Confessions of a Plant Killer Turned… Well, Slightly Less of a Plant Killer
Let’s be honest, my journey into plant parenthood started like many others: with a fiddle leaf fig tree and dreams of curating an Instagram-worthy jungle. I envisioned myself, a domestic goddess effortlessly nurturing life, sunlight dappling through lush foliage as I sipped my morning coffee. Cut to six months later, the poor fig looking more like a sad collection of twigs than a thriving testament to my green thumb. Turns out, keeping plants alive is slightly more complicated than snapping a cute pic for the ‘gram.
But here’s the thing: even though I failed spectacularly at first (RIP, Ferdinand the Fig), I found myself strangely drawn back to the world of houseplants. And as I accumulated more greenery (and learned from my past mistakes), I stumbled upon a whole host of unexpected joys that had nothing to do with likes or filters.
The Thrill of Tiny Victories in Plant Parenthood
Remember that feeling when you aced a test you thought you bombed? That’s the feeling of watching a new leaf unfurl on a plant you’re pretty sure you were overwatering. Or the excitement of witnessing your formerly root-bound succulent thrive in its new pot. These tiny victories, often invisible to the outside world, become personal triumphs in the world of plant parenthood.
Suddenly, you’re not just someone who forgets to water their plants (guilty!), you’re someone who nurtured a living thing! You provided it with the right amount of sunlight, the perfect balance of moisture, and maybe even serenaded it with some 90s pop music (don’t judge, it’s scientifically proven… or not). These small moments of success become powerful reminders that you’re capable of keeping something other than yourself alive (most days, at least).
