Sonora looked in her
rearview mirror for what must have been the hundredth time since she and her
daughter had left their house in the middle of the night. She wanted to get there before any of the
other nervous mothers. She didn’t need
to be reminded of her own fear.
They had been parked at
the dam for nearly twenty minutes, the car still running, facing the path to
the lake. The sun would be rising in a
little less than an hour. Umbria was
still strapped in her car seat, her legs kicking slowly and distractedly up and
down, sucking her thumb, and looking out the window at the lightening sky.
Sonora took a deep breath
before opening the door to her Jeep.
When she got out, she stretched her arms above her head and unfurled her
wings which had been cramped behind her for the entire four-hour drive. As she walked around to unstrap her daughter,
fighting back tears, and trying to calm her nerves, she thought to herself: I did this.
My mother did this. Every woman I
know has done this. She will too.
Umbria had been so small
when she was born, fierce and bloody when finally laid upon her mother’s chest,
the two small nubs at the top of her shoulder blades, bald and featherless. It didn’t matter then if she could fly or
not. She had years before she had to
worry about that.
Sonora
couldn’t get this image of her tiny child out of her head as she picked her up
out of the car seat, her daughter’s wings beating in excitement at being taken
to a new place. But those wings. They were so small, so frail and the feathers
so sparse. Over the past few months,
when she was supposed to be exhibiting signs of flight and developing her
weightlessness, her tiny form seemed magnetized to the earth. Every time she had tried to skip around the
house, she couldn’t get more than an inch or two off the ground. Sonora smiled and cheered her little girl on
with every effort, but inwardly, she panicked.
What
if she couldn’t do it?
The
dam had been built centuries ago, by men taller than trees, stacking the stones
wider than houses, one on top of another, stopping the river to create the
lake. And it was here, at this sacred
space where daughters proved to their mothers they could fly. They had until
they turned five. If they flew before
then – they would make it, they would live, and they didn’t have to come here. If not, like Umbria, they received one final
chance to soar over the dam and across the magic water on the eve of their
birthday. But sometimes, they didn’t. Should a girl not fly, there eventually would
come a day, after falling asleep, their useless wings resting softly behind them,
they would not wake. Remaining silent, in
sudden sleeping death.
Sonora
could feel the impatience in her daughter as they approached the dam. She set Umbria down, and placed the soft,
woolen blanket on the ledge to wrap her in if she failed and fell. Umbria, however, was not afraid. She bounced up and down as she peeked over
the edge. With each eager hop, the
lights in her shoes blinked a fluorescent red.
She was just tall enough to see the lake, glassy and dark beneath the
surface.
“What’s
in there, Momma?” she asked, looking up
at her.
Sonora
smiled, remembering what her own mother had told her. She remembered fearing what lay beneath the
surface. She wanted to save herself and
prove she could fly so she could return quickly to the safety of home. Umbria, however frail, wasn’t fearful like
her mother.
“Mermen and whales. Seaweed and sunken ships. Entire cities made of shells and glass.” She told her, tickling her chin. Her daughter’s eyes got wide and then a small
smile crept on her lips.
“Nu-uh,
Momma. I don’t believe you.” However,
Umbria quickly looked back at the lake, looking for a swish of a tale.
The
sun had just crested over the edge between the lake and the sky, cutting it in
two.
“Ok,
my darling.” She lifted her up to stand
on the ledge. She turned her small body
and placed her hands on her face, cupping it and drawing it close so their
noses almost touched. “Are you ready to
fly?” Umbria nodded, her cheeks flushing
and her thin wings trembling behind her in anticipation.
“Remember,
push the air down, towards the earth and away from you. Breath in as your wings come up and breath
out as you rise.” Umbria was trying to turn
away from her mother, shifting impatiently, straining towards the lake. Sonora was petrified her final words of
advice would be missed and her last chance at ensuring her survival would be
wasted.
“Ok! Can I go now?” Umbria begged, her blinking toes stomping
eagerly towards the edge.
“Yes. Yes, you may go. I love you.
Remember, I’ll catch you.” And
with that, Sonora let go. She wanted to
cover her eyes, swing her hands to her face and bring the warmth of her
daughter’s cheeks to her own and miss the fall she was almost certain she was
about to witness.
Umbria
turned and launched herself from the ledge, her wings fanning out so much wider
than Sonora had ever seen. As quickly as
her body had flung forward, it disappeared, plummeting down towards the
water. Sonora leapt to the edge, her own
wings wide and ready to dive. When she
looked to the lake, searching directly beneath the space where her daughter had
fallen, she didn’t see the water swallowing up her child as she had expected,
but found her when she looked straight ahead at the increasingly shrinking form
of Umbria, riding the air inches above the lake, gaining speed towards the
place where the sun split the water and air.