My children are nurturers. And I suppose they get it naturally- I mean after all, if I could somehow bring every single orphaned living item into my home I totally would.
They were beyond themselves excited to discover this gorgeous butterfly in our yard and immediately went to work building it a habitat, giving it a name and preparing gormet meals for it.
Until all at once he wasn't anymore. He got weak, quit moving around, and just kind of laid while opening his mouth repeatedly.
Saturday night, Binny died. And I will forever hate myself for making a huge rookie mom mistake by letting them care for this tiny creature that probably didn't stand a chance in the first place. Because they were all crying, and I was crying. And late that night we had a funeral for Binny, said prayers and placed flowers. And I held all three of my children as they learned a hard lesson in life. And I kicked myself for creating their pain in the first place.
And now I am fighting the urge to get them a puppy. Because the LAST thing we need in this house is anything else alive.