Be a butterfly

When we were children our family provided love and shelter, a kind of cocoon, so that we could undergo the metamorphism into an adult. In many cases, however, the cocoon we had was not as strong and supportive as we would have liked. Sometimes in childhood we are given very little love and care, or at least we were not given nearly as much as we think we deserved.

There is a tendency to sit on the fragments of our cocoon, after we have broken through, and contemplate how unfair our cocoon experience was. We blame those who we felt should have given us more - more love, more nurturing, more support.

No matter how broken we are, it does no good to remain tethered to the memories of the inadequate cocoon. We cannot go back to the cocoon and change it. We are adults now, and we must be butterflies.