Metamorphosis
Written by John MacphersonIt’s been a terrible week of news from Egypt, and other places. Sad and depressing.
So to start the weekend here’s something different, and hopeful for the future.
I looked into the room where my son William (4) was watching the newly emerged butterflies in his butterfly farm.
He was staring intently and gently blowing at one of the delicately-winged creatures, which was clinging to the mesh walls. It, in turn, was fluttering its wings softly in the boybreeze.
“What are you doing William?” I asked.
“It’s just a new one daddy so I’m teaching it how to fly!” he said with a note of serious concern in his voice.
Two days later we released them, into the warm sunshine. William was thrilled to see that his lessons had been heeded. “They can fly daddy! They can fly! I did it!”
He was right, and so we talked about how they were going off to enjoy their lives, what they would do, and how finally they would create more butterflies, which would benefit lots of people, and this was all thanks to him carefully looking after them in his small farm. He smiled with satisfaction, the glorious world-encompassing satisfaction of a small child.
I wonder if I blow on William will I be as successful? I guess I’ll find out some years from now when I let him go.
We all change. Eventually. And some of us fly.
