Life's Lessons

2 weeks ago my second grade class received a cup of caterpillars.  We have watched the miracle of metamorphosis as tiny caterpillars grew and formed chrysalides.  We have marveled at the transformation that occurs as a caterpillar sloughs off its body and turns into something new, and we have eagerly awaited the emergence of the butterflies.

Today we watched one of the butterflies struggle to break free of its chrysalis.  We all gathered around and stood watching this miraculous event.  In the struggle however, it became apparent that something was wrong.  I settled the kids into their desks and got them writing about what they had just witnessed.

Only the abdomen and one wing of the butterfly had emerged.  I could see that one small piece of chrysalis was keeping the butterfly from freeing itself and so I took a small pin and helped break the butterfly free of its prison.  It was obvious that much more was wrong.  The butterflies wings were mangled and one antennae was underneath the body and the tongue was fully extended instead of curled up.  I knew that the butterfly was deformed and would not fully develop and would die.

After a few minutes, I stood in front of the class with tears flowing down my cheeks and explained to them what had happened.  I was surprised and embarrassed by my reaction over such a small thing, but knew that here was an opportunity.  I spoke of nature and how all living things are affected in some way by deformity.  We talked about how lucky we were to have ten toes and fingers and arms and legs that worked properly, and we talked about the importance of respect for all living things.

As the day went on, the little butterfly fell on its back.  No matter how many times we tried to right it, it would not stay.  It was difficult for all of us to watch.  When the students left, I knew I had to release the butterfly from its misery.   As I held it in my hand, I thanked God for the life of this butterfly and for the opportunity to see it emerge right before our eyes and for the lessons it taught us.

I was reminded of a time when my brothers and I as young children brought home Monarch caterpillars from Flathead Lake Montana to watch them turn into butterflies.  When the butterflies hatched, one of them was deformed.  We were all very saddened. As my youngest brother held the poor butterfly in his hand just before we released it,  he turned to my mother and asked: "When I die, will that butterfly come to greet me?"

I have been very tender hearted today over this butterfly, and in fact a little surprised by my emotions.  Today I am grateful for the reminder that ALL living things are a gift from the creator of us all.