I don't know if I told you that we smuggled two caterpillars into the States with us. W was so excited because he was so sad that he was going to miss this in his class. He LOVED the whole butterfly unit last year and I was excited for him that he was going to be able to still be a part of it this year (thanks to his wonderful teacher Mrs. R!!).
We watched them eat and grow fat. W taught us about their disgusting “skull caps” and how they shed parts of their skin when it was too small. He showed us their poo as well. He corrected us many, MANY times as we watched them patiently (honestly, I thought it was disgusting – but he loved it so much so I left them on the kitchen counter!!) turn into their chrysalises... moths have cocoons. And then we waited some more.
Shortly after this second butterfly was able to gain enough strength to take flight and that was the last time we saw it. When we were eating lunch a beautiful yellow and black butterfly came by the window and W told us all about it, how rare they are and their neat abilities to be able to survive.
I was so thankful that we all got to witness this tiny miracle of nature together as a family. I was so thankful that my son was able to teach us all and that we were all able to learn from him. I am so thankful that we have this time as a family. It is precious beyond measure to me. And even though it is hard, it is one of the greatest blessings in my life.