This week has been all about birth and rebirth at our house. Finnian, born on September 8th at 7 pounds, 5 ounces, joined the ranks of our troops and calmly took up his very special role as the little prince. I feel truly reborn with each passing day as the aftershocks of a very long and uncomfortable pregnancy fade into memory, and on Friday our own little butterfly emerged from its cocoon and flew into the world to face his own destiny in pure splendor.
After weeks of waiting and watching a Monarch caterpillar get fatter and fatter, the girls saw him create his glorious jade green chrysalis flecked with gold. Every day we checked and waited, waited and watched, as a metamorphosis unfolded within that little sack. On Friday morning Rowan and I noticed that the cocoon had turned black and was just transparent enough to see a hint of folded orange within. It was like a sliver of spectacular in waiting.
We spent most of our day watching the chrysalis become more and more transparent. By three o’clock both Rowan and I were fighting to keep our eyelids open and, after a Google search revealed this final stage could take 36 hours, we laid down for a nap. When Keira and Madigan came in from school an hour later I heard a piercing scream. They had run right to the chrysalis and found the most beautiful little creature clinging to the split open shell of the cocoon, drying its magnificent wings.
Life, birth, rebirth, whether human or insect, instills in me a deep faith in the divine. I can’t help but think how every lesson in life, every priority, every mystery, every struggle, problem and doubt, is revealed in the simple unfolding of these wings: the butterfly’s, Finn’s, these three remarkable little girls', and even my own. And I can’t help but feel scared and sad for how quickly life happens. If you turn away for even an instant, another milestone is passed, another memory is made, and you have to set free your butterfly.
A writer, editor, teacher, and mom to four little menches, Nutmeg takes life with a grain of salt and a little vodka. Tune into her cyber sitcom at Simply Nutmeg.