You may not see the results of the work you’re doing today. Your teenager may be sulky. Your classes may be boring. Your paycheck may be small. Your marriage may be difficult. Your garden may be pitiful. Plant it anyways. Have the difficult discussions, do the work, learn the lessons, give the lectures, even when it doesn’t feel like it is going somewhere.
My mother planted bulbs in her flowerbeds. (As a teacher, counselor, and mother, she planted many things within many people too.) She passed away suddenly 3 1/2 years ago, and now my dad is selling their house to us, so he can maintain something smaller. This morning, I found something beautiful in front of our house. My mother’s flowers are still blooming.