Many melodies are running through my head today as I come off a weekend of seeing The Avett Brothers in concert. Yesterday it was kids singing happy birthday and this morning it was the littlest tweets of baby robins who had freshly hatched between Saturday and Monday evening. There are few sights as precious, awkward and innocent as a nest of four new baby birds. The slightest sound raises their heads in hungry alarm. Quiet means that they are nestled over each other waiting for their mother. It connects for me to the changes that are on the horizon as I walked past the speech language-pathologist with my class today and she said, "look how much they have grown!" I look, and maybe for the first time, notice they have changed dramatically in size since I last paid any attention. I look at them and see readers, writers and thinkers. No longer do they rush to me with their mouths open waiting for me to put something in like a baby bird. They are taking it in all on their own and they are growing.