Triumphantly she calls from the top of the slippery dip, ‘look at me'. Today is her birthday. She is two. Minute against the oak tree backdrop, she has scaled Kosciusko. 'You did it' I call and she's off, sledding the slide in a whoop of joy. Suspended from the cage of bars she swings as confidently as any orang-utan, her arms willing her body back and forth and I must quell any sign of concern. Who is this woman I have become? Aware of so many dangers, wanting to shield, contain. I need to wear a different mask.
leap from the nest