The closer we got to pick up day, the more I thought about bees as stinging insects rather than honey producers. The children were anxious, picturing life imprisoned in the house for fear of getting stung. We all were anxious about the drive home with 20,000 bees in the car.
And I drive an SUV. There isn’t even a trunk to separate driver and children from the buzzing in the back.
But somewhere inside that small office, fear turned to curiosity. The cookies and the soda didn’t hurt any, either.
By the time we got home, the bee suit was a formality worn not so much for protection as for entertainment. At what other time in your life do you get to dress up in a beekeeper’s suit?
And I found out my children are fearless.
The first sting was inevitable, but it was the third bee my little Bug picked up by the wing that stung her.
After that sting, Bug came in crying and through her tears pleaded, “Why do they have to die, Mommy? Why do they have to die when they sting?”
Through her pain, she was worried about the one who caused her pain.
Love your enemies, I thought. And she knows too well what death is.
After that sting, I saw just how forgiving my children can be.
If you are interested in following our journey a little more closely, I have been updating my Facebook fan page regularly with photos and tidbits about our bees. I have a video of my daughter installing the bees in the hive and one about their orientation flights I still need to upload. I may share them here, but they will certainly be on my fan page and on my YouTube channel.
I have to open the hives today. Hopefully there won’t be too much runnnig and screaming on that video!