Animal Stages

When I was a girl and a very young woman, I would compare myself to a dog. I was happy, energetic and quick to love, my tail wagging with joy. I ran around, did what I pleased, never thought about consequences. Thank goodness I was mostly a good dog.

When I became a wife, I would compare myself to a cat. I loved to curl up and purr, pleasure was all I thought about.

When I became a mother, I would compare myself to a lioness. I would have fought to the death to protect my little ones. I tried to train my children up right, grabbing them by the scruff of their necks and pointing them in the right direction. I provided food and shelter, and kept enemies away.

When my children grew up and left home, I would compare myself to a horse. I mourned my empty stable and the fields that no longer held the sound of our antics, the pounding of hooves and happy calls to each other. I hung my head and felt the weight of that loss.

Now that I am a grandmother, I would compare myself to an old female wolf. I am part of the pack, but not the leader. I am still useful, can teach the young ones a few tricks, and can sometimes provide food for my pack. I mostly lay in the shade and watch the pups play and marvel at the strength and wisdom of the young wolves, my children. When the moon is full and bright, I can still howl with pleasure at the beauty of the world, full of the joy of this life.