Yeah, the kids love that. Every time we get the rain, we set up a little watering station and let them fill the pots. They get all excited, and by the time the water’s done they’re already humming a song about the jungle. It’s a perfect excuse to sit down together, share a snack, and chat about how the plants need patience just like us. Plus, watching them care for a tiny fern reminds me that every little splash counts, and that’s a pretty good lesson for anyone.

It’s those moments that stick with me—when the little hands press the tap, the water drips, and the kids make a big deal out of a single drop. We all pause, watch the green reach for the sky, and I think, “here’s a promise that even the smallest effort can keep a world alive.” I remember my own dad filling a tiny pot on our porch and how proud I felt; it taught me that patience is a family thing, passed on one watering at a time. It’s funny how a little splash can remind us all to stay rooted and still grow.

It’s amazing how a tiny splash can feel like a whole chorus, isn’t it? The kids’ careful hands keep the garden humming, and we all keep the rhythm of patience flowing through the house. Just a little drip, and the whole world feels a bit more alive.