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Maia was exhausted.  She could not even imagine how Chickadee felt, but her weariness fled the moment the first of her grandchildren was born.  Eagle Eljay.  She could not blame the tiredness for the tears that sparked in her eyes.  She hadn’t known.  There were no words, nor did she have any when the second arrived to bear her name.  Crane Maia.  She would try every moment to be worthy of the honor.  She needed to compose herself a moment after before moving in to help wherever needed.

Maia had not slept fully since Chickadee’s water broke.  She’d never endured a labor this long, but her daughter bore it staunchly, and after long hours of quiet encouragement and gentle support, three beautiful children nestled at her side.

She stepped quietly aside as soon as she was sure all were well, allowing mother and father a moment to cherish this alone.  Her first joy had been shattered so quickly; her heart was full to know her daughter’s would be vastly different.