Sometimes, I Feel Just Like The Very Hungry Caterpillar

I’m always hungry

My son reading to his sister. Photo by my wife.

One of the biggest benefits I see to having children is that they open your world to a slew of new things; Minecraft, My Little Pony, blanket forts, literal sand cakes… and literature.

Children’s literature is amazing. It’s often incredibly well-written, just long enough to entrance a small reader right until the end and it can serve up a moral without them even noticing! And if you’ve tried to serve a child anything (I’m looking at you, broccoli), you know they always notice.

It’s uncanny. Like they have a sixth sense.

But I digress.

One of the most brilliant pieces of children’s literature I’ve come across (so far, I am sure there are other gems waiting) is The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle.

“In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf. One Sunday morning the warm sun came up and — POP! — out of the egg came a tiny and VERY HUNGRY caterpillar”

~The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle (capitalization added by my son while reading to his sister).

I can relate to this tiny little caterpillar. Like him, I seem to be eternally hungry.

How I’m Always Hungry