If you look closely, you can observe a slight imperfection in the right wing of the butterfly. The imperfection appears to be an injured wing which is almost certainly why it was struggling to fly. Although, it appears to be injured, the butterfly continued its' flight path towards another flower and on and on without a slight hesitation to quit and give up. Its' wounded limb did not stop the butterfly from attempting to and successfully continuing its' flight pattern. Its' adaptation to the injury and the acceptance of its' injury and its' motivation to not quit amazed me.
I'm not fond of quitting. I believe if the opportunity exists, the skill is accomplished and the tools are available, take flight, adapt and succeed, but don't quit because of the unknown of tomorrow or something may require extra effort.
I had a long conversation with my son this past week. He's injured. He is down, and he is ready to quit. He has let other people place doubt into his mind about his healing, rehab, abilities, enthusiasm, his drive, purpose and his life long dreams. He has placed himself inside a dark tunnel to which he can not see beyond the darkness. I, over the course of a week have attempted to share a most positive outlook on the situation and have also attempted to help him see the benefits of an official rest during his healing, rehab and or recovery and future success. He is too down to listen. I am most saddened by this turn of events and his attitude of no resolve.
At 4:00 this morning when he left to go back to college, we had a disagreement and an exchange of words. I have not spoken to him since and most certainly do not regret my words as a mother, but regret the way in which he left. I prayed for 5 hours that the angels and saints would surround his car until he was safely home because I knew he was not driving peacefully.
We as parents, give our children wings to fly their own path, or feet, so to speak, to walk their own journey. But, we as parents also want to make sure that they stay on course, with hopes that they do not make any drastic detours that will effect the course of their life. We want them to understand that sometimes the easy path is not always the path to take because it is in the difficult journeys that we discover who we are, how strong we can become, the wisdom that we will gain along the way and the endurance to endure the hardship of the journey which essentially prepares us for the rest of our life's choices and decisions.
I do not think my son heard me in our conversation. He was determined for me to hear him. And in our exchange of words, our words were lost in the challenge of hearing and listening to one another.
As a mother, we are intuitive and we place their burdens on our hearts and on our sleeve. They do not understand how much we love them and want the best for them. I just wanted to shake him until he understood, but as he stated, it is his life.
I wished my son could have seen the injured butterfly this morning soar through the sky. The butterfly might have fluttered a bit, not as graceful as most, but it soared, injury and all.
Do you not know
or have you not heard?
The Lord is the eternal God,
creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint nor grow weary,
and his knowledge is beyond scrutiny.
He gives strength to the fainting;
for the weak he makes vigor abound.
Though you men faint and grow weary,
and youths stagger and fall,
They that hope in the Lord will renew their
they will soar as with eagles' wings;
They will run and not grow weary,
walk and not grow faint.
I pray that he makes the right decision. I pray that he listened. I pray that he prays.
You give them wings, you have to let them fly......