I went to where I had stored them and got them for him. The next day he asked if we could plant them. Now at that time I just viewed this as something else I had to take care of when he wasn’t here. Oh great more work. Not wanting to discourage him I went and got the gardening tools and tilled up a couple of places for him to plant the seeds. I took a second to show him how to spread the seeds, told him to cover them up, then told him he needed to water them when he is done. He set out to do the rest. If it had been left to me we wouldn’t have had a flower garden.
They went home to be with their mother at the end of the weekend and I took up my role of caring for the plants. After a couple of weeks my children came to stay with me for the half of the summer. My son was very diligent in taking care of the plants that had sprouted from the seeds he planted. For the six weeks he was here he took care of them when they needed watering. The kids and I would go out there and monitor the progress as the weeks went by. After the six weeks were up and my son and daughter went home I found that each time I watered these plants I thought of my children and the time we had spent together. The times we had spent reviewing the progress that was made. On Sunday I took him out there and we took photo’s of the flowers. I told him he had done a great job with the flowers. My guess is this will be a tradition we will continue. Sometimes it is the simplest of things that bring the most satisfaction in life. It may have been my son wanted to see them grow or it may have been he wanted to make daddy’s house look a little better. It may be that they were planted with love.