tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972912984919271871.post3922997992380146121..comments2023-11-05T00:54:55.976-07:00Comments on Cranberry Corner: Butterfly MotherJennahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16015165553390298826noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972912984919271871.post-10196281437572981572011-06-26T14:46:19.306-07:002011-06-26T14:46:19.306-07:00You're not crazy. You feel things deeply. It...You're not crazy. You feel things deeply. It's a blessing.Luisa Perkinshttp://kashkawan.squarespace.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972912984919271871.post-43318858001409509882011-06-10T19:18:55.532-07:002011-06-10T19:18:55.532-07:00When I was a kid in 2nd grade, I brought in a coco...When I was a kid in 2nd grade, I brought in a cocoon on the underside of a leaf, put it in a big jar with other fresh leaves, and poked holes in the wide mason jar lid. I watched it every day, day in and day out, couldn't wait to see what beautiful creature would emerge. Then one morning, I got up to find, wait... hundreds of tiny spiders. <br /><br />Can you think of a lovely parable for this disappointment? Waiting for a butterfly and finding spiders instead? It wasn't their fault they were born spiders. I would love to hear your thoughts.Southernhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03754010182201803363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972912984919271871.post-3303146780741252512011-06-10T12:14:26.598-07:002011-06-10T12:14:26.598-07:00What a sweet post, I think everyone can relate; us...What a sweet post, I think everyone can relate; us moms watching our children grow and like Misty said, it can be about our own caterpillar days :).Alejandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16841797206229393715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972912984919271871.post-87606202470122420472011-06-09T11:25:40.436-07:002011-06-09T11:25:40.436-07:00Funny... While I completely get your point, while ...Funny... While I completely get your point, while reading your post I took it an entirely different way. I was thinking about how grateful I should be for my own catarpillar days. Instead of always looking ahead for my glorious transformation, I need to live in the now. In the fuzzy fat stage.Mistyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09505420894898738638noreply@blogger.com