House Plant

So I have this house plant that I got from my mamaw’s house when she passed away a few years ago. I actually had obtained 4 plants. One died in transport between Indiana and Tennessee. One died after transport from Tennessee to Wisconsin. And one is still at my in-laws from when we moved from Tennessee to Wisconsin (over 2 years ago). We do have one at our house.

I have determined that I do not have the capabilities to keep plants alive in my house. The only time I can seem to remember to water it is when it has wilted to the point where you think it cannot possibly come back. Yet, it somehow manages to make it. It’s like Super Plant — which is a good thing. It would have died long ago otherwise. Trying to have orchids in my house would laughable.

I guess I have never been much of a gardener. House plants are not even considered “gardening”, though. They are so simple to care for. I’m not sure what gave me the urge to take these plants. I think it was the idea that these plants would be like a living extension of my mamaw, who was taken from this world entirely too soon at the age of 60. Also, while growing up we had a ton of plants in the house. We had tall plants, hanging plants, ferns, spider plants, etc. Then one year, my mom just stopped watering them. Though my parents’ divorce didn’t happen until many years later, I think there is some deep parallel there.

Maybe I equate the house plants to love and life in my world. If I keep them alive, then somehow Mamaw is still with me and there is a physical proof of love in my life. It’s a thought. But what I’m finding is that I do not have a green thumb. If my theory is true, then if this plant eventually dies I’m incapable of love and my mamaw’s legacy is gone forever.

Well that’s not right… is it? I think often times we develop these unrealistic and unhealthy attachments to objects for sentimental purposes. There is nothing wrong with sentiment. It helps us to appreciate what we have and to remember good times and good people. But what happens when that thing breaks? Or we lose it? Or it dies? We need to take time to understand why we cherish the item, but we need to know that it is just that; an item. The thing to cherish is the memory it invokes.


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