Do You See How a Vibrant Garden Can Be a Simple Metaphor for Life?

What could be more perfect than comparing our life to a garden?

Photo by Milada Vigerova on Unsplash

A garden flourishes and dies, as in life.

We first start as newborn buds ready to flower. Unable to do this independently, we are fed and watered by our caregivers, nourished in many ways.

We stumble into our first steps. Learn to hold a spoon and navigate it to our mouths.

We manage to survive elementary school, then high school, and for some, college. All the while, we were having the time of our lives, even with all of the struggles.

We have learned to be stronger than the weeds, live through droughts and storms.

The good news is unlike a dependent zucchini or a daisy; we are able, once grown, to provide for ourselves.

Hopefully, we survive, thrive, and have families of our own to tend to, support, and remove the weeds to allow the sunshine in.

I, like many of you, am a thriver and a survivor. I have managed to pick up the pieces after divorce, supporting my children on my own. I’ve endured the death of my 36-year-old son and managed to be grateful for the years I had with him.