It's over! As of a couple of hours ago, school days are a thing of the past for this family. It feels like a major achievement to have weathered the school leaving exams in a pandemic with a child who has type 1 diabetes. (If you are wondering why that makes a difference, there is a whole blog about my experiences mothering diabetes: time4t1.blogspot.com). Freedom beckons! The future is a gold-paved path stretching out in front of Daughter! Celebrations and relaxation are the order of the day!
Except, that is not really true.....
Celebrations are muted. The future is a little uncertain. Freedom wears a mask these days. Covid round 4 for us in South Africa. (Please do not get me started on the UK's response to SA identifying the Omicron variant - my anger will ruin your day.) We South Africans are resilient people, but we are also tired.
I find nature restores my soul, or at least stops me from wanting to kick a proverbial cat. So the bougainvillea in the pot in the corner of my garden was an excellent focus point when stress levels were rising last week. The burst of colour was just so lovely. But being busy, I enjoyed it from afar, admiring it every time I went to my car or looked out the upstairs window.
And, I told myself, how marvellous that it was putting on such a gorgeous show after I had (to be honest) neglected it spectacularly these past few months. So good that it could flourish without being nurtured. Or even watered.
Bougainvilleas are strange plants. They flower best when not watered much. It seems counterintuitive, but I checked on a gardening site. A few days ago, I finally made it to the corner of the garden. And guess what? The bougainvillea is not flourishing at all. There are a few dried leaves hanging on for dear life, a touch of green on otherwise woody, droopy stems. The flowers are beautiful, but the plant is putting all it's energy into the blooms, and the roots and branches are not thriving. All of a sudden the blooms seemed more of a cry for help than a gift of gardening.
It felt familiar. Our outward appearances, smiley and dressed up, may not be so much a sign that we are flourishing, but rather a Look At Me in the corner - I could do with some support and soul -watering. We need to take care of ourselves during this exhausting pandemic. We need to put our energy in maintaining good roots, supporting our selfs (not a typo!), and nurturing our relationships with the people who matter to us. If we manage to bloom that will be a bonus, but it should not be at the expense of deep grounding and keeping strong.
You will be pleased to know I did water the bougainvillea, and all the other pot plants. I am planning on taking some time off from being stressed too - I may as well listen to my own inner ramblings. Be kind to yourself too. It's been a long year.
