Two Little Ducklings

I have a lot of fond memories of my Daddy, but one particular one I will share with you today. On my thirteenth Easter I acquired two little white ducklings. How I got them is a whole nother story for a later date. I cared for them and fed them every day just as I had promised my mother. One Sunday morning, not quite one year later, I was in the back yard feeding them and carring on a conversation with them and thinking they must be talking back because of all the quacking when I saw my Daddy come out the back door and sit down beside me on the grass. He said, I can tell you love these ducklings very much." I smilled and answered that they make me very happy. He told me to get a wash tub from the shed and bring it to him, then he said bring me the water hose. He filled the tub to the brim. I was worried Mama would come out the door and scole Daddy for wasting well water. Mom could get him told off sometimes like she did us kids. Anyway, Daddy then picked each duckling up very carefully and put them in the tub. Well, you should have heard them quacking loudly and flopping their wings in the water. I had never heard them so happy. I told Daddy we should do this every Sunday. Daddy looked at me for a moment and told me if I truly loved them I should not be selfish and let them go. I guess Daddy saw a tear whelling up in my eye because he put his arm around me and said, "Sandy, there are times when you have to let something go that you love very dearly in order for them to move on with their lives. "You won't forget them and they won't forget you. Some people might have thought my Daddy wasn't very caring for us kids because he didn't talk a lot and he didn't brag on us kids. Anyway I use to think that but as I look back, I had a wonderful Daddy and a valuable lesson about letting go of someone you love so they can grow.