Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer: The Unexpected Joys of Being a Plant Parent (and Why You Should Join the Club)




Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer: The Unexpected Joys of Being a Plant Parent (and Why You Should Join the Club)


From Black Thumb to Blooming Good Times

Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always this…green. In fact, I used to be infamous amongst my friends for my ability to kill even the most resilient succulents. “Plant murderer” might be a tad dramatic, but let’s just say my apartment was less “urban jungle” and more “desolate desert.” But then, something changed. Maybe it was a global pandemic, maybe it was an early midlife crisis, whatever it was, I decided to give plants another shot. And let me tell you, it’s been a wild, wonderful, and surprisingly hilarious ride.

plant parenthood? They’re the therapists I never knew I needed (and a lot cheaper, too!). Bad day at work? My ZZ plant couldn’t care less about my dramatic retelling, and somehow, that’s comforting. Feeling anxious? There’s something incredibly grounding about getting your hands dirty and repotting a monstera. Plus, they never interrupt with “So, how does that make you feel?”

And the best part? They actually listen. I swear, I’ve told my spider plant things I wouldn’t tell my therapist (mostly because she’d judge my taste in reality TV).

From Plant Killer to Plant Whisperer: Embracing the Journey

Remember that rush you felt when you finally beat Bowser as a kid? Or the satisfaction of finishing a 1,000-piece puzzle? That, my friends, is the feeling of successfully nursing a sickly plant back to health. It’s a badge of honor, a testament to your nurturing abilities (even if you still haven’t mastered the art of keeping humans alive).

Of course, with great power comes great responsibility, and sometimes, that responsibility comes in the form of tiny, sap-sucking insects. Yes, pests happen. But trust me, even the occasional aphid infestation can’t dampen the joy of watching your plant babies thrive.