I originally posted this in February, 2013.
Warning: I’m in one of those profound moods.
I think being a parent is like being a spider plant. You’ve seen the suckers that grow from a spider plant, how they start off small and grow little by little. Most of the time, you cut them off, root them and they grow healthy and big on their own. If you leave them hanging from the parent plant, they eventually die. The moral, I suppose, is that each plant needs to flourish on its own.
Our own parents sometimes become dwarfed the older we get. We become the stronger plant, and have to care and nurture those who nourished us for years.
I think it’s nature’s way of reminding us that we’re only a small part of the garden of life.