Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always a friend to foliage. In fact, I was practically a plant grim reaper. My apartment housed a graveyard of wilted ferns, crispy succulents, and one very tragic spider plant (RIP, Spidey). I’d resigned myself to the fact that I was just “bad with plants.” Sound familiar?
Then, something shifted. Maybe it was pandemic-induced boredom, or maybe the universe decided to give me another chance. Whatever the reason, I adopted a little ZZ plant named Ziggy, and against all odds, he thrived! That’s when I discovered the unexpected joys of plant parenthood, and trust me, they’re more plentiful than you might think.
Stress Relief: Why Plant Parenthood Beats Punching a Pillow
We all have our ways of dealing with stress. Some people meditate, some bake, and some (like me) find solace in tending to their plant babies. There’s something incredibly therapeutic about digging in the dirt, pruning leaves, and giving your green companions a good watering. It’s like a mini-vacation for your mind, minus the sandy suitcase and overpriced cocktails.
