On a recent weekend morning, somehow I found myself, due to the persuasive powers of my dear son, delicately angling and super gluing dyed chicken feathers to the back end of a hand whittled arrow. Honestly, I hate Super Glue. I had spent days suggesting alternative means of securing the feathers and in general putting off the inevitable. Firstborn closely supervised the gluing and carefully inspected the quality of work after each feather was attached. Though I tried to keep cheerful conversation and a pleasant demeanor, I cannot deny that inside I was grumbling a bit. Did mention that I really hate working with Super Glue?
Anyway, according to Firstborn, I have a real talent for this craft. But all of my heart melted when hunched over the fourth or fifth feather, Firstborn issued this statement of gratitude:
"Thank you for doing this, Mom! I just don't think there are too many moms who would spend time fletching an arrow for their sons." And later on after a test flight, "Mom, these are the best yet! You got the angles of those feathers just right!"
That just made it worth having my fingers glued together for the rest of the day. Fletching arrows? It's a good thing.
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