Before my mother left, one night at the church
playground, she showed us a
cocoon hanging in the
walnut tree. The walnuts were still in their green husks.
They smelled sour.
“See? Look but don’t
touch.”
The
cocoon was shaking. The topmost rim started to retract. The white
fuzz crept open, revealing the edge of the black insect inside. At the school playground,
Maria Berry had picked up a black and orange furry
caterpillar, letting it crawl the length of the back of her hand.
A caterpillar turned into a cocoon turned into a moth.
“Ew! It looks like it’s pooping!”
Eddie, the pastor’s grandson, had no interest in
moths.
She laughed. “It’s not pooping. That’s the
butterfly coming out.”
“It looks gross.” Behind us,
the sun was going down. It
shone orange on the leaves. I
stood on one leg, until I got wobbly, then switched and stood on the other.
My mother put her hands on my shoulders. “Stop
fidgeting.”
I kicked a rut in the dust.
The moth’s
antennae crept out, then one leg and another.
“Oh, it’s stuck!” This was taking
forever. I started for the silky casing.
“No!” She swatted me. “Hands off!
If you touch it, it will die.”
Eddie reached for the cocoon. “
Cool!”
“No, it is not cool.
You will obey me! Nobody touches the butterfly!” She quieted her voice and crouched down. “
God has a plan for everything and everyone. He has a plan for all of His creatures.
It takes time for a caterpillar to spin a cocoon, and
it takes time for the butterfly to emerge.”
The swings were just on
the other side of the tree. I looked with longing past the moth. It was almost night time and
summer was almost over. I promised myself I would pay attention
the next time it happened.
I never seen a moth hatch from its cocoon.
from The Book of Revelation
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