I get like this.
You see I have looked after these babies since March.
I remember when they were just a twinkle in a Chiltern Seeds Spring catalogue.
I scattered their tiny shuttlecock seeds, and made sure I didn’t sneeze at the wrong moment.
I pricked them out so carefully, holding them by a leaf and not the stem.
I tucked them into their new little pots.
I made sure they had just the right amount of water and sunlight.
I pinched them out when they needed it. To make sure they sprouted in all directions, not just up.
I made them wait until the danger of frosts had passed before I planted them out.
I gave them support when they needed it, but didn’t truss them up so tight they couldn’t breathe.
I noticed when they were too hot, or thirsty, or a little bit peckish.
I watched them test the world out…and hesitate…and go a little further.
I introduced them to one another.
I removed their spent blooms when they were done with them.
I encouraged them to make new connections.
To move in bigger circles. To aim higher, to spread out.
I wasn’t always sure about the company they kept, but I left them to it.
Some liaisons were all too brief.
They made the right choices in the end.
Each of my babies has found a place for themselves.
They have set the world alight.
They have shown us new perspectives.
They have blown us all away.
Again and again and again.
Now I have to trust them to look after themselves. I have got them this far. Now it is over to them.
This post was originally going to be about the separation anxiety I always feel when leaving my garden to go on holiday for two weeks.
Stevie pointed out it wasn’t a good idea to broadcast this. Something about inviting burglars to our home.
So I scheduled it for our return – we’re on our way home. How will it all have survived without me? Will the garden resemble an unkempt teenager in desperate need of a haircut?
Then it occurred to me that it’s that time of year, when little people start Primary School, and not-so-little people start Secondary School, and not-little-at-all people start University, or college, or new jobs.
So this post is dedicated to all the parents out there who have got their children this far. You’ve done a brilliant job. You’ve got them to the stage where they can spread their wings and fly.
HOLD YOUR CHILDREN WITH OPEN ARMS. THEY CAN FLY BACK WHEN THEY NEED TO.
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