It’s not every day that posts make me get teary-eyed, but I found one today while I was checking in with our sister sites.
I found a post entitled “The Art of Frog Catching” by Barb on 5 Minutes for Faith and was drawn in by the title. Expecting laughter when I clicked on the post, I discovered instead the sentimental mom in me coming out.
“Mommy! Mommeeeeeeeeee! I caught a frog!”
Walking through the field admiring the beauty of the giant pine trees and tall grass on our family camping trip revealed a hidden gem we almost never even noticed. Frogs. These were nothing like giant toads but were very tiny baby frogs that looked almost cute.
Without any advanced training or ability to research the proper frog catching technique, my sons jumped right into getting a hold of nature’s little surprise. They quickly learned frog catching requires keen eye observation waiting for just the right moment, a little bit of skill, and a lot of tenderness.
My young son loved his frog so much, he killed it. It was not on purpose, but in his young mind he needed to hold tightly onto the frog so it would not leave his tiny little hands. He accidently did the same thing over and over and cried with each one….