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Planting A Garden is Like Becoming a Mother

This weekend I planted a garden. It's a small garden with a couple of vegetables and the kids' choice of watermelon. I spent hours digging up a little corner of our yard to create this space. I have no idea if I'm going to successfully grow anything, but I'm feeling proud of myself. I find myself stealing glances at my work and I keep envisioning the "fruits" of my labor. I feel hopeful and positive -- like I'm doing something important. This is how I feel today. Yesterday was a different story. Yesterday, while I was raking and digging and mixing soil in the blazing sun, I felt annoyed that I had taken on another project. Another responsibility that was NOT as satisfying as I hoped. I cursed myself as I yanked weeds and cleared rocks. My inner voice of doubt and negativity started talking. How is this relaxing? Why do people do this in their spare time? I will never choose to do this in retirement. I'm just going to end up killing everything anyway. What a waste of a holiday weekend. But, I kept working though the laborious task. I pushed myself to finish the project I started... even though at times I wanted to walk away. I have never been one of those people who felt compelled to grow my own vegetables and live off my land. I will be happy if I get one tomato and one cucumber from this whole thing. It will be a victory. An accomplishment for my plant-killing non-green thumb. So, why did I embark on "project grow a garden" in the first place? Honestly, I'm not sure. I just wanted to try. I wanted to see if I could do it. Could I follow through with this idea? Could I nurture these seedlings and watch them grow? Could I be disciplined enough? Would I be lucky enough? Would I remember to water and weed? Would I be able to show my children what is possible with some effort? Planting a garden is like becoming a mother for the first time - at least for me it feels this way. There were days I didn't know if I would make it through. I had love, a little experience … [Read More...]

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