Dick: "Momma, petty. . petty" (as he lovingly pointed at my lavender plant)
Me: "Yes sweetie, they are pretty"
Dick: "Me? Me?"
Me: "Yes, you may pick one. . but just one. Don't they smell nice?"
The next thing that happened is the motive behind today's post. As my adorable two year old boy attempted to "pick" a single lavender flower from the cluster of purple he mistakenly grabbed the entire bush and ripped the whole thing out of the ground. I would love to say that this was a single offense, but unfortunately I can't. We just lost a fruit bearing strawberry plant to his mighty grip not 10 days ago. Sooo. . Instead of banning my sweet little boy from enjoying my garden that he loves so dearly I decided to build him his very own garden to tend to (and to pick the petty fowers from).
While this decision may not have come from the best motives, I am glad that I went with it. Building a children's garden has been a blessing for both me and my kids. My daughter Jane has been excited about this project since the suggestion first came up. She right away begged me to take her to the store to gather supplies. She enthusiastically picked out each flower and vegetable plant that she wanted to go in their garden and was quite exact with where she wanted them to be planted. With doing so she unintentionally taught herself each plant and veggie name by plant recognition. (wow) My son was just happy to have flowers of his own and even helped dig many of the holes. I was pleasantly surprised that this garden has given my kids a sense of accomplishment and pride. It has also given them a sense of responsibility and a material of bonding. When they are working on the garden, watering the garden or looking for worms to feed the garden they aren't fighting. . they are working together and as a mother I couldn't ask for more!