I’ve been eating a lot of avocados lately, so I thought I’d repost this blog, which first appeared on RedRoom.
As anyone knows, parenting is hard work.
Especially if your child is a vegetable.
Like my avocado.
She is not yet fully developed. But. She has potential. I will do what I can to help her reach her avocado avocation. Perhaps send her on a vocation vacation.
For now, she remains in the nursery, where she says, “Leaf me alone!”
She is at that age.
Or it’s because I recently uprooted her. Moving to a new home is stressful.
Initially, her life was in the pits. Actually, the pit. When I gave her a fresh start, she grew to new heights. Her sudden growth spurt made me realize it was time to give her the bottle, so I transferred her to bigger digs–a former canola oil bottle. She took root, growing till she burst out of her pitful existence, and one day demanded, “Give me the dirt.” I transplanted her in an old flowerpot. Not wanting her to be isolated in botany monotony, I surrounded her with other plants.
After all, I’d like her to have a sense of her culture.