Despite mixed feelings between those who can’t bear the thought of leaving hibernation mode and those who can’t wait to bask in the delight of warm, wonderful sunlight. this rabbit is ready to hop into Spring!
But I feel like a lot of people forget about the start of Spring because honestly, the winds of change that accompany changing seasons are a bit… well… slow. I don’t know about you, but when I was younger, I always imagined the first day of Spring being almost magical: the birds would harmoniously chirp to wake up slumbering bears as they crept their way beneath a tree whose leaves spontaneously blossomed upon the arrival of March 20th. I mean, in all fairness, I was told back then that the changing of seasons was magical; I have grown to learn, however, that change isn’t something immediate. It takes time.
And so, in the spirit of Spring (and all the change it signifies), I have written a prose piece that revolves around change.
A Late Bloomer
At first, I used to cry. It seems like such an unassuming thing, really, like biting your nails to the stubs until they’re bloody sore when you’re nervous. Presumably, speaking came next. Well, almost. Let’s just say the proverbial flower of communication couldn’t perfectly blossom with a parasite latched onto it. I suffered from a hindrance in my ability to pronounce s’s and r’s: yes, the dreaded lisp. Its effects led to the embarrassment of being taken out of class every day for speech therapy. The classes were nothing serious, really. All I can recall is playing nonsense games such as Candyland Speech, which I thought was pretty ironic because there was absolutely nothing sweet about silence.
Nonetheless, year after year, my speech improved and I slowly opened up to communicating with the world. But it wasn’t until I discovered a passion for writing that I engaged in connecting with those around me. A fear of sounding stupid, a fear that made me stray away from saying my own name, slowly disintegrated. And to this day, I am continuing to explore more avenues that might lead to better communication. The days of crying and the days of silence are pushing daisies. Because the flower of communication has finally blossomed, and it is speaking out to the world with a voice that is crystal clear.
You might be thinking, “What does this have to do with Spring at all?”
However, dig a little deeper and (low and behold!) you might be able to see the seasons changing in a little girl’s life, and her voice coming alive.
Thanks for coming down the rabbit hole!