10/29/11

The (e)merge.




I was alone in my classroom this morning preparing for the second day of parent/teacher conferences.  I glanced at the white mesh butterfly house perched on top of the wooden kitchen in the playroom, and said a quiet good morning to the chrysalis’s sleeping inside.  They were formed in the last week or so, and varied in size and shape.  I knew they would need at least another week of deep sleep before they emerged as beautiful monarch butterflies.  (Or at least I hoped they would.)



I was wrong.


One of the tiny pods clinging to the roof of the net house had turned a dark brown overnight, and I immediately decided it was my “gifted” butterfly.    Apparently insects, as well as children, bloom when they are good and ready, and not one minute before or after.  My heart leapt, a mix of excitement for what the day might bring, and disappointment that the children weren’t there to share it with me.




I returned to my table and enjoyed a busy morning of conferences, sharing successes and goals for the coming school year.  During my lunch break I remembered the miracle occurring in the kitchen, and ran back to check its progress. Ms. Perky peeked into my room, and together we marveled at life's miracles.   We perched on stools and watched in wonder as the monarch slowly emerged from its cocoon.  Its wings slowly unfurled bit-by-bit, and its antenna rolled down its back.   Each foot grasped onto the fragile cocoon, instinctively holding on while it stretched and opened for the first time in its life. 



I was transfixed, speechless as this miracle unfolded along with the orange and black wings.



It spent the afternoon drying itself and stretching its wings.  Before I left for the day, I reached into the cage and held out my finger as the butterfly gingerly stepped aboard.  I walked carefully outside and stood in the sun with my arm outstretched.  My heart skipped a beat as I gently tossed the fragile being into the air and watched it slowly flap its wings. 


It flew, a bit wobbly at first, and I stepped back.   I put my hand at my side and moved even farther back, allowing it to fly on its own, tentatively at first and then with the ease and grace that I knew it possessed.

 

I watched it fly away and knew in my heart that this simple act is what I repeat twenty times each year.  It’s my charge, my life’s work and my passion. 



I help the children that enter my classroom settle into their comfortable learning cocoons.   I wrap them in words, sounds, stories, opportunities, challenges, wonder, security, warmth and love.  They perch in the classroom, along with all the other cocoons, and they awake when they are ready.  Some will open their wings and fly a bit early, and others will wait until they feel they are ready.







But in the end they will all open their wings, and I will gently toss them in the air and sit back and watch them soar.  





16 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles. how beautiful it must have been to watch that birth...but also the ones you get to see each year in the classroom as well...

Debby@Just Breathe said...

Beautiful!

aBroad said...

Smiling, what is that ? a tear? oh , you know me .. smiling, crying.. love you.

LOLA said...

Lovely. Even better than usual.

Love,
Lola

Lynn said...

Very sweet.

Gigi said...

That was the deepest and most thoughtful post that I've read in a while!

MaryBeth said...

I'm sorry the children missed it, but I am so glad that you and Ms. Perky got to share that moment!

Lori said...

What a great post. Very touching and so true.

Just Two Chicks said...

Love it... you make me miss teaching :)

Abhishek Kumar Gupta said...

Nothing other than a teacher could have correlated with it better. Salute to teachers.

The Green Family said...

Simply amazing, what a talented writer you are.

Pastor Sharon said...

I do love this . . . all of it!

You are a gifted writer with the ability to pull us in and see what you are saying!

Beautiful!

PS. I love you, my friend!

That gentleman's lady said...

Love that.

Beautifully written.

ella said...

Beautiful. Thanks for what you do.

Lori Lyons said...

What a beautiful post. What a beautiful metaphor. I love teachers. And I LOVE your writing.

Lori@The Lyons Din

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