06/25/2022
Every human bond in their own time. ❤️❤️❤️
These are my five crepe myrtles.
They were all planted at the same time and have received the exact same amount of water, sun, and nurturing. They should all produce white blooms annually.
This week, I suddenly became concerned that two of them aren’t blooming and the other three are. I got all worried, and posted to FB asking my friends what I should do to intervene.
One friend shared that this happened to her crepe myrtles and it was a pest problem. Another confidently recommended fertilizer, and one suggested they won’t likely recover from the 2020 Texas Snowpocalypse. Another added his two cents that these were all planted too close to the fence.
I researched online and found even more conflicting information and advice.
A day later, a wise friend stated simply, “They’re beautiful. Be patient. They won’t all bloom at the same time.”
I exhaled.
A week later, sure enough, the last two trees bloomed.
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This is parenthood in a nutshell. We compare, we solicit advice, and we try to intervene so that our kids develop at the pace their peers are developing. We worry when they don’t produce what our friends’ kids produce. We get conflicting advice and unsolicited opinions. We put undue pressure on ourselves, our kids and our partners.
Sometimes we just need to be reminded that our children will grow and bloom at their own unique pace. Some plants don’t bloom at all, and they’re still beautiful and perfect just as they are.
Guess what? When the last of the five trees finally bloomed, I was surprised to discover it had PINK flowers!? 😮 I guess I had never slowed down enough to even notice.
Just like each one of our children, it is a one of a kind, bringing its own brand of beauty to this world… in its own time.
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Side note: This wise friend has raised kids and grandkids who adore her. She is known for how she breathes life into her plants and into her people. When a friend solicits parenting advice, let’s all be more like her. ❤️
{Image description: My backyard where five crepe myrtles are planted in a row along the fence line. The second and third have no blooms but the others are covered in white flowers. Also, I know most Northerners spell it crape, but down here we spell it crepe. 😉}