Over Christmas, Cole stuffed my Christmas stocking with a bonsai plant kit. While outwardly thankful, internally I thought, "What the heck am I supposed to do with this?"
If you'll remember from my original quest, I lack a green thumb. My parents both love planting and gardening, and so does my husband Cole. Our gardening relationship is very-much lopsided: he weeds, digs, plants, and waters; I enjoy the fruits of his labor.
A bonsai tree represents strength, balance, virtue, patience, and humility; aspects that Cole and I admire, and try to embody in our day-to-day lives. In our move to grow beyond our loss, we decided to bring our bonsai tree to life.
The process is long and slow. For now, our little seedlings will sit in the refrigerator for the next 20 days. After this time, we will move the seedlings to a sunny window sill to represent the spring seasonal change. It will be at least a year before we have anything that we can tend to, and at least three years before we have anything to show off. Just like raising a child, the small choices you make early on have long-lasting consequences. We're already thinking about the shape and direction that we want our tree to grow in. We'll be making conscious choices throughout its growth, so we can shape and affect its future and ultimate potential.
It's a small, but symbolic step. We look forward to the day we are able to bring a life into this world, and help to shape his future.
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