Hello dear hivers, let me take you through my today's morning routine.
This morning I went to prepare my garden for my pepper transplant.
I thought I was going alone, but I was wrong.
My little daughter followed me. Step by step.
I was tilling the soil, she was watching. I was clearing weeds, she was watching. I was mixing goat dung manure into the bed, she was still there standing in her little red leggings and colorful dress, watching me like a small supervisor.
I didn't tell her to come. She just came. And it made me smile.
As parents, we think our children are too small to understand our hustle. We think they are just playing, but the truth is, they are learning.
She is learning that food does not just appear in the pot. Someone has to work the soil.
She is learning patience and she is learning strength.
One day she just watches and the next day she will ask for a small stick to dig. And one day, she will plant her own pepper with her own hands.
I don't want to raise a daughter who only knows how to buy from the market. I want to raise a daughter who knows how to create from the soil. A daughter who is not afraid of dirt, because she knows dirt brings food and money.
Yes, farming with a toddler around is not easy because she will step on the bed I just made and she will pull a plant I just planted. But her presence gives me joy and also gives me reason to keep going.
Because every bed I prepare today, is food for her tomorrow. Kids are fast learners, what a parent does before them today is what they will grown up to do.
I'm catching them young.
