A mother bird sat on her egg, impatiently she waited. For the birth of her new chick, eager yet frustrated. "You're certainly no early bird, and worms aren't known to wait." She decided to name her baby "Time" and this would seal his fate."

In this rhyming book, a mother's need to rush her son, is in direct response to her own fears and insecurities. What if he gets left behind or even worse, left out? What if he doesn't make the grade or even worse, gets bad grades . What if he doesn't have ... more »

A mother bird sat on her egg, impatiently she waited. For the birth of her new chick, eager yet frustrated. "You're certainly no early bird, and worms aren't known to wait." She decided to name her baby "Time" and this would seal his fate."

In this rhyming book, a mother's need to rush her son, is in direct response to her own fears and insecurities. What if he gets left behind or even worse, left out? What if he doesn't make the grade or even worse, gets bad grades . What if he doesn't have any fun or even worse, gets made fun of?

Her constant worrying about her "late bloomer" results in pressuring her son to succeed. Her time is precious and her patience is running low. Ironically, when her son's success takes flight,  her expectations go into a tail spin while her motherhood dreams come crashing down.  Less