When I was a wee fishergirl and I’d catch a small fish, I can remember having this conversation with my Dad, often.
He’d praise my catch and then say, “Becca, let’s let that one go so he can grow up a bit more and then someday you can catch him again.”
When we would return to the same body of water and I’d catch a decent sized fish I would ask him, ” Dad, do you think this is the one I caught last time and he’s all grown up?”
My Dad would look hard at my catch, smile, and say, “I think it is and if you let him go again, just think how big he’ll be the next time you catch him!”
It was like magic…