I was delighted this year that, even at
11 years old, my youngest son still wanted to buy a caterpillar from
the conservatory in our city to house as it transformed into a
butterfly.
I was even more delighted that the caterpillar survived being in the little plastic vial it came in, entered its chrysalis stage and then emerged as a gorgeous painted lady butterfly.
There's something moving and inspiring to me about watching this metamorphosis and becoming-- it never gets old.
It makes me think about human metamorphosis and becoming.
I remember when I was a little girl and, with my friends, dreamed with my about what I would become when I grew up. For me, there were many aspirations-- singer, actor, politician, political activist, academic...
And then I grew up and I also became a mom.
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