The Fledge Method

In recent months, I have been fascinated with the mother eagle, particularly on how she cares for her young. Several times I found myself asking, how is a young eaglet taught to fly? At what stage in life do they start learning how to use their wings and eventually maximize them? At what point does the mother eagle decide that it is time to let go? I believe a series of events prompted these questions– Lately, I’ve been thinking about my son. I’ve been imagining what his childhood, adolescence, and adult years will be like and this short story was created in dedication to him.

The Fledge Method

When I was just a seed, mother prepared the nest for me. She worked diligently to find the sturdiest of branches. Gliding through the winds to build the nest that would one day house me. I was her priority, her joy, her heartbeat.

Then I was born. I was white, frail, and extremely needy. Mother nursed me; in her wings, I was comforted and warm. We delighted in each other. For me, life was mother, and somehow, mother was me. I saw the world through her eyes. I understood in part by what she seen.

One day mother started acting strangely. She flew out of the nest with a look of determination in her eyes. My eyes followed her as she soared high through the winds. That is all I could do, after all, life was mother and mother was me. But something about that day, made a chill go up my spine. Before mother left the nest, she kept repeating one thing,“The time to fledge has come.”

Fledge, the one word that kept imprinting itself in my mind. Curiosity was starting to overtake me, so I stood at the edge of the nest protected by its borders, awaiting mother. I thought maybe she just went out to get me food. Surely she will come back soon. The sun relentlessly beat against me; slowly hours turned into days, no sign of mother or the sound of her voice making way in the wind.

The fourth day I decided to peer at the edge of the nest. My feeble legs somehow lifted me to the peak. Then a blustery breeze overtook my balance. I was falling out fast, uncontrollably with no awareness as to where I would end up. Swoosh was the sound of the wind, and I found myself laying on mother’s back. “Mother you saved me!” I beamed with contentment and joy. But all mother said was, “The time to fledge has come.”

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“Mother?” I asked nervously. “What does that mean…fledge?” Her only words, “The time to fledge has come.” Mother’s wings guided us back to the nest. However, the nest that once housed me was destroyed. “Mother, what happened to our home?” Her only words, “The time to fledge has come.” “Mother, I don’t understand what does that mean? Why do you keep saying that? You’re scaring me.” She looked at me with her potent eyes and began to hover over me.

It was at that moment; I begin to be entranced by her wings. They were dazzling. It was like they were singing a song to the wind. Mother said nothing. She just simply fluttered her wings above me. I was transfixed at all that was happening. Suddenly I had this urge to stretch. As I started to extend my feathers, Mother’s flutters became faster. Her eyes glued to me and my–feathers. My feathers. I was mother and mother was me, so I began to flap them.

Mother rose higher. In the still air, she watched me intensely as I started flapping uncontrollably. Then slowly but surely, the wind lifted me. I had the look of terror in my eyes. I’m almost certain of it. Yet, I felt carried by something bigger than me. I looked away from mother, and through the distance, I noticed others; other eaglets that were taking their first flight away from the nest.

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My eyes zoned in on them. Until I finally heard mother say, It is done. The fledge method is complete.” On that day, I learned, I was no longer mother and mother was no longer me. She was my first foundation and will always be the steady force behind who I am. But she is her own entity, and the same goes for me. Her wings were taught how to mount through the dangerous of winds courageously; so that one day, she, in turn, can teach me. She destroyed the nest for me to understand life in its wildest, windswept form.

Now that I am older, I later learned more about that day when my mother glided through the winds  and just left me with the words, “The time to fledge has come.” She flew to the peak of the highest mountain to watch me and what I would do. She recaptures her side of the story with only a few words, A mother learns early on in life the art of waiting on her young.” I asked mother, “What made you decide that it was time to let go?” She simply responded, “It was time.”

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So, as I prepare for my son, I imagine his life through stages. When he is first born, I will be like the mother eagle caring intently for her young. In my son’s young eyes, he will be like his mother, and I will reflect him. But he will someday grow to become a man, and I must be prepared to release him to the winds. I will someday have to recognize when the time to fledge has come. In that realization, I pray throughout his upbringing, his father and I will help him to see himself as his own entity. I hope at an early age he comprehends the power of his wings.

Because, son, if years later you find yourself reading this short story, mama and papa always knew the weighted significance of time and you, son, was created to soar high.

-The Fledge Method-

Wednesday, August 30th, 2017

Signing Out,

Esther Lynn

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Summer English Camp 2017!

I’m super ecstatic right now because as of today the first half of the academic school year is officially over! I completed my last day of English summer camp, and for the next three weeks, I can finally relax. No deadlines, obligations, expectations–just pure relaxation. Micah and I are using the break to set off on our baby moon. We’ll be beach bums traveling to different islands in South Korea. But before I go on a tangent about vacation, let me focus on what I planned for my kiddos.

There’s this popular show in South Korea called the Running Man. It’s a game variety show where the guests are placed in teams and compete against each other in different locations across Korea. The show is hilarious! Even as a foreigner watching it, I found myself laughing so hard at certain episodes. Since it was my last camp, I wanted to make it not only educational but very fun for my kiddos. My husband and I worked together to adapt some of the games they used on the show for the classroom and worked it out perfectly.

At the start of camp, I put the students in teams, and they had to work together to complete the task at hand. The class always started with new vocabulary and expressions. We did one worksheet a day to practice writing the language and the rest of the day was hands on learning. As an icebreaker, the students played a game called, pass the bomb (which was just a ball) they had to introduce their names, grade, and the favorite thing they liked to do and the last person had to repeat what their team mate shared within one minute. The team that finished the fastest got a running ball added to their team. It was a great hit.

The camp lasted five days with different learning objectives each day. But for the sake of my blog, I will only focus on the activities I did the first day and add pictures of the following days. The first day we learned about physical appearance. Where the students learned how to describe what someone looks like, using the key expressions, (he/she has ~ they have~) We played a Make A Face game. We also played Draw in Rows. Where I would show a vocabulary card, and the first student on the team had 10 seconds to draw it, five seconds to show the second student, erase it, and the process goes on to the last student, who has to guess what vocabulary word it was. The team(s) that got most points have to roll the big dice. The winning team gets a running ball added for their team.

Since Draw In Rows was a very competitive and active game, the next game was quieter and calming. It’s called Pass the Word. It’s similar to the whisper game, but instead of the students whispering the word to the next person in line, they are mouthing the word with no sound. The second student in line continues the same procedure until it gets to the last person that has to guess the vocabulary word. The winning team gets a running ball added for their team.

 

 

We also played a game called Thieves in the Classroom that game also worked well. Around the classroom, I posted descriptions of the thieves and covered it with post-it notes. This game is very similar to running dictation, with a slight difference. Instead of runners and writers, I had one student as the artist drawing the description, and the rest of the team members were detectives dictating what they just read and remembered to the artist. Afterward, the students had to show the class their pictures and describe the drawings. It was a great laugh. In the end, I revealed what the thieves looked like and voted on the best drawings. The teams with the most points got a running ball added to their team.

 

The last activity of the day was the Running Man Lottery. The students looked forward to this because it meant they would win a “special prize.” The “special prize” was just two pieces of candy, but what kid doesn’t like candy! Hahaha

All in all, the camp was a great success, and the students and I had a great time together. I couldn’t have done it without my amazing co-teachers that assisted me along the way. Deep sigh of relief. The first semester ended on a great note. I’m sure eventually after break I’ll look forward to my second and last semester in Korea as a Guest English Teacher. Until then, cheers to freedom, bliss, and RELAXATION!