Wednesday, March 21, 2007

God bless the butterfly. . .

She's a Butterfly

She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky,
Nothing's ever gonna bring her down,
And everywhere she goes
everybody knows
she's so glad to be alive,
She's a butterfly

Like the purest light in a darkened world
So much hope inside such a
lovely girl
You should see her fly,
it's almost magical
It makes you
wanna cry,
she's so beautiful

God bless the butterfly,
give her
the strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the ground
God bless the
give her strength to fly
Never let her wings touch the

We're on Day #3 of Spring Break for middle (boy) child and youngest (girl) child. It's gone pretty well, I really thought I would be pulling my hair out by now, but the kids have managed to keep themselves entertained. It has meant small droves of 13-year-old boys in and out of the house, between trips to the rec center to play basketball and swim, and trips to the movie theatre and one another's houses. But it's all good, they're good kids and as long as I have food and drink on hand, they're pretty tame.

Em hasn't been as fortunate, as most of her friends are away on family trips. Today she suggested, "Let's have a Girls Day." I let her take the lead and we went to Bruegger's Bagels for breakfast and then to the Butterfly Pavilion. She LOVES butterflies -- thinks Martina McBride's song (above) is "her" song. Emily loves all living things, even all the other creepy crawly creatures that live at the Butterfly Pavilion. We bought a "family membership", but it may as well be a single parent and one child membership, because she and I are the only ones who go. We usually start out in the insect room where there are more spiders and cockroaches and eeewwww {{shudder}} bugs than you can shake a stick at. In fact there are lots of bugs who look like sticks, and while Em eagerly peers into each exhibit, I cautiously come in from the side, not knowing who or what will be looking back at me and when. It's like one of those drawings that you stare at for a few minutes and suddenly an object appears and jumps out at you. The tarantulas are so big and furry, they look like rodents. We always take a few minutes to hold "Rosie," the really nice and very tame tarantula, and this morning we were lucky because we arrived early and were the only ones there. Even though spiders are not my favorite things, I can't resist gently touching Rosie's furry leg. She's as soft as a kitten.

Then we move onto the crustaceans, like crabs and starfish and lobster-like critters. We pet the horseshoe crab (gently, use the backside of one finger), and marvel at the sizes and colors of the starfish. An exhibit shows how all the different kinds of seashells are formed by various inhabitants. Then -- the coup d' gras --the main atrium where hundreds of butterflies flit about and put on a show. Em is a great person to tour with, as she has her information pamphlet ready and is eager to identify all the butterflies. There are different kinds every time we go, and they come from all over the world. Our favorites are the bright blue morphos and the green birdwings. The volunteers that work at the Pavilion are very helpful and point out the new species that have arrived. Our last stop is the Gift Shop! of course, where, this morning, Emily picked out a drawing book and some new crayons.

On the way home, we sing Martina's song and I think, Emily's right, this is her song.

When I look at my daughter, so captivated by all of God's creatures, she is the purest light in this [sometimes] darkened world. At 10 years old, she's already wise to the ways of the the not-so-bright side of things. But she has an optimism and hope that only a child can have. She's not afraid to take in a different view of things, even if it's the underside of a leaf that might reveal a new kind of critter. So much hope inside, such a lovely girl . . .And she'll pull me along beside her, even if it means I'm on the floor, looking up into a exhibit, wondering if my knees will hold out when I have to get back up again. She helps me be brave and see the uniqueness in these creatures, rather than fear them because they're so. . . different. When we get out to the parking lot, she's finally free to roll on her "heelies", the sneakers with the built-in wheels, and she is speeding along, arms outstretched, smiling as big as she can. . .

You should see her fly, it's almost magical, it makes you wanna cry! She's a butterfly. . .


Lynne said...

Your daughter sounds like an amazing little girl. What a fun day you both had. I'm getting ready to take Shelby to the zoo on her spring break so we can see the baby panda. Of course, Shelby is 16 and won't be as amazed with all the animals. But it will be a fun day for the two of us to share.

Becky said...

Awww that is so sweet. I have all boys. They were never really interested in butterflies. Bugs, yes, snakes, yes, lizards, yes. The butterfly exhibit must be remarkable. I am glad your girl's day turned out so well. Bagels and butterflies are a great combination.

Christie Belle said...

I am sooo sorry it took me so long to get over here. This was such a beautiful post about your daughter, she sounds so sweet. Oh, and thank you so much for your prayers for my husband and myself while he is away, it really does mean alot. I like your sight, and your back ground;) I'm going back to look around a little now!

Ter said...

This one is my favorite . . . I can see you and Em and the bugs and the butterfies. . . Emily sailing through the parking lot. . . :0)