The Unexpected Joys of Being a Plant Parent (and Failing Miserably)






The Unexpected Joys (and Hilarious Fails) of Being a Plant Parent

My Descent into Botanical Chaos

It all started innocently enough. I saw a picture-perfect fiddle leaf fig on Instagram and thought, “I could totally do that.” Oh, the naivete! Fast forward to now, and my apartment looks less like the urban jungle of my dreams and more like a plant hospice center.

There was the fern I affectionately named “Frizzle” because, well, it resembled a frizzled mess after a week in my care. Then there was Steve the succulent, who apparently wasn’t a fan of my “drench and forget” watering strategy.

But amidst the botanical carnage, something unexpected happened. I started to actually enjoy the process, even the failures.

The Thrill of (Almost) Keeping Something Alive

Turns out, there’s a certain thrill in nursing a droopy, yellowing leaf back to life. It’s the small victories, people! I swear, the day my peace lily bloomed (after months of looking like it was on its last leg), I called my mother in tears.

like they’re my children (don’t judge).

Lessons Learned from the Compost Heap (aka Plant Parenting 101)

My journey as a plant parent has been a masterclass in humility. I’ve learned that:

  • Overwatering is a real thing. Who knew? Apparently, drowning your plants in love (and water) is not the key to a thriving indoor garden.
  • Sunlight is not created equal. Just because you call it a “brightly lit room” doesn’t mean your plants agree.
  • Plants are not judging you (probably). Even when they’re dramatically wilting, it’s more likely due to my neglect than their disapproval.