Remember this butterfly?
Finding it on my keyboard kept popping into my head all week. My
friend, Sayre, suggested that maybe a dead butterfly was just a dead
butterfly but there was a part of me that couldn't stop wondering
what it meant.
My son's best friend is like a son to me and yesterday he and the
Youngest Island Boy came in and the Youngest said “Tell her about
the dead butterfly.”
Before he could say anything I said “You found one too? Where
was it? What do you think it means?”
He and the Youngest laughed and then he told me that the butterfly
he found was the same one on my keyboard.
He was in the backyard and it was dead on the patio so he picked
it up, straightened it out and put it up on a table to dry out.
The next night, his Dad picked him up while I was cooking dinner
and before he left he put it on my keyboard for me because he thought
it was pretty and that I would like it.
Wow! I came up with a million reasons that butterfly could have
died on my keyboard but not one of them was that he was an offering
from a sweet boy who knew I would think it was beautiful.
I thanked him for the gift – which is on the shelf over my desk
now and told him that not only had he left me a beautiful gift but
that he'd kept my mind busy for an entire week.
So it turns out that there is another theory behind finding a dead
butterfly – kindness.
Thank you, B, that's just one of the reasons I love you.