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Several weeks ago my little two-year-old daughter was playing with her toys and decided to strap on her butterfly wings. She was having a pretty good time for a while, until she got further down in the toy box and found her purple superhero cape. She wanted to put it on. When my husband tried to convince her to take off the wings, she refused. So he Velcroed the cape on right over the wings. It was awkward. She yanked on it for a while to keep it from being so jagged, but she looked like a crooked purple hunchback. She tried to go with it for as long as she could, but pretty soon she flew back over to us and uttered a very profound truth. I only wish I could remember her exact toddler jargon for this. But essentially, she said, "No cape. Alrey butterfly."

Think about it. You don't need a cape if you're already a butterfly! The moment I heard her say it, I knew it meant something. But it has taken a little bit of time for the meaning to unfold for me. I spend a lot of time—too much time, really—trying to fit into a cape. I see my neighbor in a beautiful cape, making incredible gourmet dinners with vegetables from her backyard. It's usually on a day I hardly had time to pick up a pizza. I see songwriting friends writing songs I truly wish I had written. They're so good. I see their capes billowing in the wind. I go to the mall to try to find something that can make me look amazing—and then I notice the ridiculous price tag. Capes I can't afford. I get discouraged.

All the while, I don't remember that I have wings! I have my own set of gifts. My own list of things I do best. If I paid better attention, I might notice some of those superhero ladies admiring my wings, even wishing for them.

Is being a butterfly better than being a superhero? Not necessarily. But is a superhero better than a butterfly? I'd say not. I have to admit that most of the time I feel more like a caterpillar than a butterfly. But I'm starting to remember more often that I really do have wings. I want to use them to do what they're best at, and fill this world with the things that only I can give. I want to quit trying so hard to be someone else. Easier said than done, I know.

I have lots of superheroes in my life, and I'm so grateful for them. I will always try to be more like them. But I'll try to do it in my own special butterfly way, because that's who I am. And I get the feeling that God loves butterflies quite a lot.

Jennifer said...

June 01, 2009


So true...and it's not like we haven't heard this before, but we need to be reminded over and over. Thanks for helping voice this in such a beautiful way.

April said...

June 02, 2009

you are a butterfly
I love this analogy. I am usually trying so hard to be both butterfly and super hero that I probably look a little wompyjaw myself. (Thats Texan for off kilter) When I think of Cherie Call I think of super hero, butterfly and incredible music. Your music lifts my spirits every single day and I am telling the truth. Not a day goes by that I don't listen to you, Hilary Weeks, and Jenny Jordan Frogley. I even teach yoga using your music. I bet no one has ever told you that one. Keep up the great work. You are loved and admired and keep us wompyjaw butterflies with our eyes on the horizon instead on the burned pizza in the oven. April Bonds, Lindale, Texas

Whit said...

June 04, 2009

Thank you...
What a beautiful post. I can't wait for the song!!

Jami said...

June 05, 2009

Already A Butterfly
I love this story... what a beautiful yet simple reminder to all of us women. I will share this with my young women at girls camp this year. Thank You Cherie
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