Butterfly…

Here’s a conversation I had with my 2 year old the other morning.

Me: what do you want to be when you grow up?

Her: umm…  a butterfly.

[pause]

Her:  what do you want to be daddy?

About the time I processed a daughter who wanted to grow up and be an animal, it hit me that she figured I still needed to grow up.  She was a butterfly on halloween, so I guess that was on her mind.

The more I told the story of the cute conversation, the more “butterfly” fits for what a child will become.  Safetly nestled in a cacoon, with the freedom to fight, struggle and grow until the point that the struggle has paid off and they’re free to fly. Ready and free to leave the caccoon and soar.  All with the added benefit of being wonderfully beautiful.

That’s a prayer I pray for my children – that through their growing up years here at home, they learn, grow in faith, deal with struggles, figure things out – and when they leave in a few short years, they will be beauitful new creations, women of God, strong in their faith and ready to soar.

To answer the second part of the question, “what do I want to be when I grow up?”   I think I will have to agree.  I’ll be a butterfly, too. (2 Cor 5:17)

Gives me something to think about today.

OTHER POSTS…

The Sugar (a story of my older daughter)

Thank you for this… (another story from my younger daughter)

Check in at home (thoughts on being fully present at home when you are there)

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