Thursday, September 11, 2008
Today from my bedroom window I observed a butterfly land on one of my pink zinnias. Knowing Colton was somewhere in the backyard, I wondered if he too had noticed this rarity of nature's moments. Within minutes, Colton quickly stepped into the view of my window pane and approached the resting butterfly with his arm extended and finger pointed out--not to touch the butterfly, but as an offering for a place it could perch. For, one of Colton's greatest of life's wishes is to have a butterfly land on his finger. Unfortunately, disturbed by the movement the butterfly ignored Colton's innocent offer and flittered to another nearby flower. Determined, Colton followed, inching even closer and extending his hand with pure hope yet uncertainty written across his precious face. Again the butterfly was disturbed, and this time fluttered around in the air in front of Colton. All the while Colton followed with his arm and finger pointing out before him. Colton watched as the butterfly fluttered too far out of reach and, dejected, he dropped his arm. He stood there as the butterfly flew over the garden fence and out of sight. Then, he hung his head in sadness and walked out of my view from the window. As a mother, feeling as heartbroken as Colton looked, I couldn't help the tears that brimmed my eyes. If only I could control anything, including nature, and allow for a butterfly to rest on my son's little finger, just so I could see the joy on his sweet face.
-Margaret D. Nadauld