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He was running in the playground
I had put streamers on his wrists
But it was lunchtime
He came to me with tears in his eyes
Begging me not to throw out the streamers
In complete sentences
A three year old boy
Who seldom used more than three words at a time
And I stopped
Why was he crying?
Where were all these words and tears coming from?
So I asked him and he replied,

“I want to feel like a butterfly
and fly in the wind.”

He was not crying
He was having a dream
Touching something so huge it brought tears to his eyes
And I saw his dream and it was as beautiful as the words
Bigger than any thoughts he’d ever shared before
So beautiful I cried as I hugged him

And I let him be a butterfly