You know that moment where you look at your five circus clowns and see that, oh my goodness, four of them are grown ups, adults who drive and work and vote and you managed to nurture and care for them without maiming or damaging or killing them because they are fully grown ADULTS! Sure that fifth one is still a kid, fast approaching adolescence complete with eye rolls and exasperated sighs that he has already perfected. There’s still the chance of messing up with the parenting but four out of five. That’s pretty good. That’s like 80%.
I wonder what it would be using Common Core math? No, I really don’t.
But, yeah, I’m feeling like I am pretty good at nurturing and caring for living things right now. If the kids aren’t proof enough there is this cactus plant.
Ignore it for for months and months because you kind of forgot about it sitting on top of that bookcase and what does it do? It flowers and grows and it’s pretty.
And so feeling brave, feeling bold, I pick up some houseplants because I have a great track record caring for living things. How hard can it be to care for more?
Yeah, I’m a little worried too.