Over the course of several days Emma collected caterpillars. Cute little black fuzzy caterpillars with yellow strips. Of course, as always, she asked to keep them. We put them in our bug house for her to care for. Dedicated as she is, she fed them daily with fresh leaves, insured they had plenty of stick to build their cocoon's from and made sure I would stay home to watch them when she was at school. Sure enough after about a week in the bug house three of them formed their cocoon. Then they sat in the bug house for weeks, seemingly untouched while the magic of metamorphosis took place. Then yesterday they all emerged. What a proud momma she was. Despite wanting to love them, keep them safe and watch them continue to grow she let them go. Sad yet proud she said, "I did the right thing. Mothers have to let their children go to grow into who they need to be." If only we were all so wise at seven.
Caterpillar in the tree How you wonder who you'll be Can't go far but you can always dream
Wish you may and wish you might Don't you worry, hold on tight I promise you there will come a day Butterfly fly away
Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away Flap your wings now you can't stay Take those dreams and make them all come true
Butterfly fly away, butterfly fly away We've been waiting for this day All along and knowing just what to do Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly, butterfly fly away