Yesterday, my beautiful niece “Baby” Lyn as I will always call her posted the most heartwarming and inspiring post on my FB wall.
“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness.
They wanted her to change back into what she had always been.
But she had wings.
I have never felt more at home with a quote than I do about this one. I have always been the butterfly wondering what was wrong with me. Wondering why I didn’t “fit”. Wondering how to make myself “fit”.
As a child, my father took us to the mall and bought us books very often. During school holidays, it was off to “Text Book Center” or “Savanis Book Shop” and everyone picked their collection and you were set. You see, we were not allowed to run loose on the streets much. We were rarely allowed sleepovers. My parents never saw the need for those. Parties HUH – my parents dropped us off and picked us up (we were usually the first to leave). And yet, I digress. On one of these famous book shopping sprees, I remember getting a coloring book. I must have been very young and my recollection is hazy. What has stuck with me all my life is that it was a book in black and white filled with pictures of butterflies and I had the joy of embarking on the adventure to give them life and beauty. My perception was skewed – they were already beautiful, I just added with my limited imagination (and coloring pencils) what I deemed to be the most beautiful flavor, vibrancy and “life” to them.
You see, I was always fascinated about the butterfly and always grossed out about the caterpillar. I am what some of my friends describe as a girly girl. I never wanted to get dirty and sweaty. I always wanted to wear pouffy lacy ribony shiny dresses and shoes. I still do. So of course it figures that I was drawn to the butterfly and not the caterpillar – more so now because I am a butterfly.
Today I celebrate the butterfly in me.
Today I celebrate the butterfly in season.
It’s so easy to focus on the caterpillars and what coulda shoulda woulda been.
It’s so easy to forget that it’s OK to be different and to have moved on.
Today I flitter and flutter and I am OK with my Flitter-Flutter ways.
Today I celebrate me!
As for you, remember, when it is the season for the butterfly, it is not the season for just one butterflies but for all butterflies so instead of listening to what the caterpillars think, spread your wings, lift your head and look for a butterfly near you – Deep calleth unto deep and iron sharpens iron and you cannot be like minded in different seasons, Find those in the same season and find the likeness necessary for your journey of greatness.
You are Beautiful – Empowered – Visionary
You are @BeautifulPetal_