Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer: The Unexpected Joys of Plant Parenthood
From Black Thumb to Proud Plant Parent
Let’s be honest, I wasn’t always a friend to foliage. In fact, my thumbs were practically dipped in plant-killing potion. I’m talking wilting orchids, drooping ferns, and cacti that surrendered to my care (or lack thereof). But something changed last year. Maybe it was the pandemic, maybe it was a sudden burst of maturity, or maybe it was just that adorable cactus at the grocery store checkout. Whatever the reason, I decided to give plant parenthood another shot. And let me tell you, I’m so glad I did.
One of the biggest perks of plant parenthood? Unconditional love, or at least something close to it. My plants haven’t judged my questionable dance moves, my questionable life choices, or even my questionable fashion sense (seriously, those sweatpants are comfy!). Instead, they just sit there, looking all vibrant and green, silently reminding me that life goes on, even when I burn dinner. Plus, studies have shown that being around plants can actually boost your mood, reduce stress, and even improve focus. Who needs therapy when you have a fiddle-leaf fig, am I right?
Plant Parent Bragging Rights (and Instagrammable Moments)
Remember that feeling of pride when you baked a cake that didn’t resemble a pancake? Yeah, plant parenthood is kind of like that, but with less sugar and more bragging rights. When your once-struggling succulent suddenly sprouts a new leaf, or your peace lily decides to grace you with a beautiful white bloom, you can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. It’s like you’ve unlocked a secret level of adulting. And let’s not forget the endless Instagrammable moments! Those perfectly filtered photos of your leafy companions are sure to rack up the likes and inspire envy among your less-green-thumbed friends.