Hard to Fly

Isaiah came in the house with a tiny bird feather....

I told him how amazing and cute it was and asked where he found it.  He said it was in our backyard and I asked if there was a baby bird out there too.  He said no, the bird must have just lost a feather.

After a moment, he said "Losing a feather is kind of like losing a son."
I asked "How so?"
He sat in silence searching for words.
"Cause it makes it a little harder to fly?" I asked.
He nodded.

Was that what he was really thinking?  I'm not sure, but it makes sense to me....