One beautiful spring morning, a farmer and his wife strolled leisurely through their land admiring the colorful buds that brought the promise of new beginnings. The wife noticed a small cocoon hidden on a shaded leaf, with a tiny little caterpillar working tirelessly to break through its confines. Together, the farmer and his wife watched the caterpillar for some time, witnessing him wiggle and push through an impossibly small hole, only to have to retreat back into the cocoon when his attempts failed.
The farmer’s wife started growing anxious that the poor little caterpillar would not be able to break free of the cocoon and that he would eventually die there. “Let’s help him, honey” she urged her husband. “That poor little thing must be exhausted from the struggle!” Eager to please his wife, the farmer responded, “We could very easily help him. We could make the hole bigger so he could wiggle his way free without any trouble.” “Yes! Let’s do that!” the wife responded enthusiastically, nudging to the knife in the farmer’s pocket.
“We could do that,” the farmer said gently, “but that might hurt more than help, my love.” His wife looked up at him with a confused expression. Guided by his deep understanding of nature, the farmer responded, “Do you think it is possible that the caterpillar is not yet able to break free of his shell because it isn’t time yet? We could very easily come to his rescue, my love, but perhaps he still has some growing to do in there. If we let him free of his struggle, his wings might not have developed in full yet, and he might not ever be able to fly like he was intended to.”