Once upon a time — well, actually, it was just a few years ago, but I love stories that start with “once upon a time,” don’t you? — anyway, once upon a time, an Older Lady (about 60-something) and a Small Boy (about 6) had a conversation while walking around her back yard.
Lady: Look, a dragonfly.
Boy: Aunt Lon, may I tell you something?
Lady: Of course.
Boy: Would you like to know an easy way to tell the difference between a dragonfly and a damselfly?
Lady: Yes, how can you tell the difference?
Boy: When you see one resting, if its wings are opened flat, it’s a dragonfly. If its wings are folded together over its back, it’s a damselfly.
Lady: Oh, so this is a damselfly. That’s good to know. Thank you!
Boy: You’re welcome.
I’ve never forgotten how to tell the difference between a dragonfly and a damselfly, and I never see one without remembering this conversation. Not so much because of what the boy said, as the way he said it. So polite, so careful and kind in sharing his knowledge to correct the lady.
Time darts and spins and flies as fast as any dragonfly. That formerly small boy will start high school this fall, and I know he will do well. I’m as proud as ever to be his honorary aunt.
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