A short while later out of the corner of her eye, she saw a lizard making its way toward the butterfly who had decided to stay for awhile. Star brought the butterfly into the house where it spent the evening on the table. She made it an elixir of honey, sugar, and water which it appeared to enjoy. That night it slept in the folds of the living room curtain, safe and sound. The following day, Star's friend fluttered away to proceed with its butterfly life.
Butterflies are a symbol of transformation and change.
She was awaiting the birth of her first child. As the days passed and the baby hadn't come, Star's mother's worries and fears began to surface. These fears expressed themselves as pressure for the baby to be born. One afternoon, in the midst of one of these discussions, Star blurted out that the baby didn't want to come because he had no toys. Doug and I realized that it was true.