When my daughter turned 2, I joined a community garden because it sounded like the motherly thing to do. Don’t we all remember planting seeds in elementary school and bringing home the wobbly sprouts to our moms? They’d smile and place it next to the other
noteworthy crappy crafts we brought home. Planting seeds was surely a staple on the “How to Be a Great Mom Checklist” right?
Well, if you’re here looking for a bunch of Pinteresting cutesy ideas for gardening with toddlers, this ain’t it.
As I start my 2nd spring of gardening with my toddler, I’m realizing that, as with most activities, the kid could care less. When we get to the garden, she’s most concerned with soaking everything with water, yanking out other people’s plants, escaping to run out into the street, and — her favorite — pooping. Yes, pooping. Without fail, every single time we go to the garden, she gets the sudden urge to release her own little fertilizer.
Last year, I was frustrated with this. I mean, the plan was to teach my child to be “one with nature” and “bask in an open field.” Instead, I spent most of the time chasing her and saying, “Stop!”.
Not this year.
This year, I’m letting her guide me. By now, I know her attention span is short and her main purpose in life is to do the opposite of what I want her to do. So, I’m going to go with her flow. I’ll let her use
her destructive energy to pull weeds;
her love of yucky stuff to deposit red worms;
her fascination with water to, well, water the garden, of course;
her urge to poop to….no, folks, I will NOT be using my kid’s poop in our soil (I’m weird, but not that weird).