May 2026 – Early Mother’s Day morning, before the phone calls started, before Mass began, before the coffee even finished brewing, my husband stepped onto the front porch and called out to me, “There’s the new mother.” “Who?” I responded, not remembering any newborn babies or expectant moms in the neighborhood. “The robin,” he answered, more softly this time. “She’s in the nest.” Of course, I thought. That’s the new mom in the neighborhood. I joined him, and we peeked inside.