Saturday, January 2, 2010
Ever since I can remember, I have always loved and enjoyed having plants in my home around me, whether I planted them myself or bought them in pots from Safeway or Lowes; although I never really had time to study their names. Last spring, I bought one such plant for its beautiful red flowers, giving myself an early Mother's Day gift. I nurtured it, watering it religiously every day with Nature's plant food.
One day about midsummer as I went to admire its beauty and gain inspiration, I noticed it was somewhat shriveled with dried long leaves sticking out all over. I watered it as usual, leaving the dried leaves in tact. I was somewhat disappointed, especially since my husband wondered out loudly if I had killed it by watering it so often. Sadly, the plant dried up even more and lost all its vitality. I kept watering it as usual. Eventually, I stopped watering it, but kept it on the window sill of the breakfast nook bay window. I did not even remove the dried leaves that had fanned out around the rim of the pot.
Although I had given it up for dead, I could not part with it. Being the novice gardener that I am, I did not even check the label on the pot or the information stick in the soil that comes with it. So, to say the least, I was quite ignorant about the particulars of the plant. I did not even know that the plant was a bulb plant.
Now for the good part. Not too long ago, about a week or so during the spring, I happened to look at the pink pot that held the sered leaves of the plant I refused to get rid of. Imagine my elated joy when I saw several green shoots of varying sizes coming up in and around the middle of the dried brown leaves hanging over the sides of the pink pot! Laughing out loud with joy, I called my husband to see the miracle of rebirth.
He with amazement uttered, " I thought your plant was dead!''
"Yes, me too!"
" But, guess what? It's a bulb plant!"
"There's a lesson to be learned here", he said.
"There certainly is", I said. "There certainly is."
My mind quickly processed the thought, "Don't throw anyone away. No matter what; never give up on the ones you love." I thought of that dedicated, struggling teacher in her classroom, feeling marooned on a deserted annex island in the sea of dispassionate educational personnel, as she focuses on making a difference in the lives of all her educationally and behaviorially challeneged students because she realizes each one is too precious to give up on or throw away. So she keeps reaching out to them, thinking, A mind is a terrible thing to waste and more so the person.
You may have a son or a daughter who continues to disappoint you; who may appear to have missed the mark of professionalism. Don't give up on him or her. Continue to express your love in the ways you know how. Keep a prayer always in your heart for your children and give them unconditional love. Be there for them with no condemnation.
Our Father never gives up on us. He has made all the necessary provisions for us to become who He wants us to be. He waits patiently and expectantly for us to realize our full potential.