In November 2012 I had a stillbirth.

 Within a day, from being pregnant I became Gabriel's mother, the bird who flew away from me without me getting to know him.

While originally the story of Daedalus and Icarus is an allegory for not taking risks, for me it is a story of loss.

A plot depicting our lack of control as parents.

And yet, with all the pain and fear, there is no choice but to release them, let them spread their wings and fly.

And I? I can only hope that they land safely.

When Daedalus finished building the labyrinth, King Minus imprisoned him and his son Icarus in a tower, so that no one will know the secrets of the maze.

Daedalus created wings from bird feathers and wax so that he and his son could escape.

Before they began to fly, the father warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea, fearing that the hot sun would melt his wings. But as they began to fly, the reckless Icarus got excited about the flight and began to soar into the sky, forgetting his father's warnings.

The heat of the sun quickly melted the wax off his wings, and Icarus fell into the sea and died.