From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Okay, let’s be real. I used to be that person who couldn’t keep a cactus alive in a desert. Seriously, I’m pretty sure I even managed to kill a succulent once (RIP, Steve). Plants and I? We were not friends. But then, something magical happened. Maybe it was a pandemic-induced need for life, or maybe it was just sheer boredom, but I decided to give this whole “plant parent” thing another try. And guess what? I kind of, sort of… love it.
And the best part? Plants are surprisingly low-maintenance. Sure, they need a little water and sunshine, but they won’t judge you for having a messy bun and yesterday’s sweatpants. They won’t demand attention at 3 am or eat your favorite shoes. They’re just happy to chill in the corner, looking all green and glorious.
Benefits of Being a Plant Parent: More Than Just Pretty Green Things
Here’s the thing about plants: they’re not just pretty faces (or should I say, leaves?). They come with a whole host of benefits you might not expect. For starters, they’re basically little air purifiers in disguise, working tirelessly to clean the air we breathe. Plus, studies have shown that being around plants can actually reduce stress and boost your mood. Who needs therapy when you have a fiddle-leaf fig, am I right?
But perhaps the most surprising benefit of all? Plant parenthood has taught me patience. Watching a tiny seedling grow into a thriving plant takes time and care. It’s a gentle reminder that good things come to those who wait (and water consistently).