My shoulder felt heavy in disbelief with a pang of sadness when one morning I saw my Pink Bougainvillea in its orange pot start to wither. There was only one name whom I remembered who touched this plant, Yoy, my student.
I had four sets of Bougainvillea which I took pride and care in adorning in front of my classroom. They all look beautiful in orange, pink, white, and red during the blooming season. By beauties, I admit that they are not my top favorite but when it comes to being tough and their adaptability to survive in our hot climate made me choose them over my fav flowers.
And yes because these flowers bloom beautifully, there were occasions in school when my flowers were used to decorate and beautify the venue. Just this year, my student who I think sees the beauty of this plant borrowed it from me to decorate on one of the school activities we had.
Fast forward. When it was returned to its original place I noticed that the flower had started to wither and a part of its pot was broken. I was hysteric and confronted my student about what had he done! (My OA side kicked in, of course, it’s my plant!) He was shocked to see the plant and explained that the plant was in a good state when he returned it to the place. However I insisted, if had he not touched the plant, it would as healthy as it was before.
I saw guilt cross all over my student's face. He tried his best to reason out which I always cut him off. At the end, I told him that if the plant would not survive he needed to replace an exact type of Bougainville with the same size, color, height, and pot. He was silent and told me that he would check his mother’s plant and bring it to school to replace the dying plant. I added that if the plant would not survive I won’t sign his student clearance unless he would buy a new one for me. I half-joked.
“You are being unreasonable Ma’am!”, a thought I guess running in my student's mind.
He looked at me and then nodded, a sign of defeat that he would follow my command. I was a little bit harsh there but I know I was kidding. I’d rather not accept the plant he will give me even if it is still a bougainvillea, because I’d want my plant to thrive and regain its vibrant state. The plant has been growing for 3 years under my care and effort making this plant of value to me.
I was sad, mad, and regretful that I overlooked my plant. My heart aches as I watch my plant dying. I was worried. These are my plants since the pandemic. And I am not ready to get a new one yet. I stared at my Bougainvillea wondering if only it could talk, what it would tell me.
I was imagining myself sadly uprooting it (sobs) when one of my students calmly examined it and told me in a calming voice, “Maam why don’t you just let the plant be? Why don’t you try to stop worrying about the plant and just ignore it this time? Who knows it will thrive. If you'll have a new plant to replace this, then maybe, that is the time you'll decide what to do with the old plant”.
“Seriously?” I screamed in silence. But Yeaaaah, a sudden thought came to mind. I think I’d ignore it, but not the plant, but the emotions I was feeling at that time.
A couple of weeks passed. Our face-to-face class was suspended due to our extreme heat index. Just this week, I visited the school to do some of my paperwork. At lunch, I went outside to wash my spoon in the garden so the plants could drink the leftover water. I glanced at my Bougainvillea and was surprised to see a cluster of young leaves starting to sprout on the stem!
I hurriedly examined it closely and was more surprised to confirm that the plant had grown new leaves!
And the leaves are so healthy and green!
I smiled.
I'm happy.
I paused and pondered on the change and the growth of the plant in front of me which I call a blessing from nature. If I let myself got swayed by the emotion, scolded my student way back then, and hastily uprooted the withered Bougainvillea right at that time, the plant might not have had this second chance of growth. And to think, it wouldn’t change a thing at that time!
If I had kept blaming my student for what happened to the plant, I might have cultivated anger and worry over time. Though I understand and acknowledge the emotions that I naturally felt at that time, I am thankful that I chose to disregard it, didn’t mind, didn’t do anything and just let it pass. This made me come to the thought that there are times/situations in life when we need not react or make decisions and do actions right away. While it's normal to react based on our emotions but its good that we must only give a little time for ourselves to these emotions, 5 minutes at the least.
Don't stress out.
True to the quote, “If something won't matter in 5 years, don't waste more than 5 minutes worrying about it now.” So whatever you’re going through right now, think of its effect 5 years from now. Will it matter? Will they still hold weight? If not, then grant yourself at least 5 minutes to worry about it, just 5 minutes, then kick your ass off, darling. Smile and move forward.
P.S . I'm thrilled about the growth of my once dying plant!
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