I was struck by a comment about parenting I heard on the radio this week. "Your main objective being a parent is making sure it (the child) doesn't die." That sounds simple enough, right? For the rest of the car ride I thought maybe I could be a parent. I could handle keeping it alive. My confidence was at an all time high on moving forward with reproducing. I came home daydreaming about the possibilities. Laying on the couch, I looked out onto my balcony to find dead plants.
Two out of three of my plants died. Temperatures have been above 100 degrees and I somehow forgot to water my plants. When they needed me most I abandoned them. I have no excuse, I simply forgot. Would I forget to feed a human, change its diaper or pick it up from heaven knows where? I guess I am not so good at keeping things alive.
The one plant that is hanging on, is hanging on for dear life. Although visibly dead, I decided to water and see if I could bring them back to life. Looks like I need more practice on keeping things alive.
Reproductive confidence shot back down.
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