One day, my mother and I were working
together in the garden where we were transplanting plants for the third time.
Grown from seed in a small
container, the plants had been transferred to a larger container; then
transplanted into the garden. Now, because I was moving, we were transplanting
them once again.
Inexperienced as a gardener, I
turned to my green-thumbed mother. “Isn’t this bad for them?” I asked, as we
dug them up and shook the dirt from the roots. “Won’t it hurt these plants,
being uprooted and transplanted so many times?”
“Oh” my mother replied. “Transplanting
doesn’t hurt them. In fact, it’s good for the ones that survive. That’s how
their roots grow strong. Their roots will grow deep, and they will make strong
plants”.
Often, I’ve felt like those small
plants – uprooted and turned upside. Sometimes I’ve endured the change
willingly, sometimes reluctantly, but usually my reaction has been a
combination. Won’t this be hard on me? I ask. Wouldn’t things be better if
things remained the same? That’s when I remember my mother’s words: That’s how
the roots grow deep and strong.
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