Let's plant a seed together with your child.

The journey of caring for the plants by the mother and daughter is a truly joyful experience - Photo: TRAN HUYEN TRANG

Joy is right in front of us, in our own homes, from tomato seeds and chili seeds that we might think would be thrown away.

Even from his preschool years, my son had a vivid imagination thanks to his insatiable curiosity.

The world outside our eyes is truly something vast and wondrous, something I've always wanted to explore. Even in my sleep, I dream of strange things. Like when I dream of constellations twinkling above the trees.

There's one thing my child often mentions: giant trees that can travel through space. They connect the earth to the sun, the moon, and the stars. Only children with a deep connection to nature can harbor such wonderful dreams and imaginations. These are grand dreams, not preoccupied with the daily grind of life like adults!

The story of planting trees began with a meal. During the meal, I made a vegetable salad. The salad had beautiful slices of ripe tomatoes, along with fresh green rocket leaves and a few kernels of fresh corn. My son ate it with relish, but at the end of the meal, he paused slightly at the plate of salad which only had a few tomato seeds left.

"These tomato seeds can grow into plants, right, Mom?" "Let's try!" I said. And then, mother and daughter had a wonderful experience with those tomato seeds, which were soaked in sauce and had to be thoroughly washed.

Since these were fresh seeds, there was no need to soak them in warm water to encourage germination like with the dried seeds I had bought before. I prepared some clean noodle cups for my child, instructed her to scoop up some soil, spray a little water to moisten it, and then let her place the tiny tomato seeds into the cups herself, covering them with a little fine soil.

To be extra careful, the boy even covered the glass with a tissue, securing it around the rim with a rubber band.

The next morning, just as I had predicted, my son woke up and got out of bed very early. He carefully untied the rubber band, lifted the tissue paper, and examined the earthenware cup, seemingly a little disappointed that he hadn't seen anything unusual.

On the second day, a miracle happened on the third morning. I cheered when I saw a tiny green sprout emerging from the soil. Every morning after that, I would pick up the cup and estimate how much bigger the sprout had grown compared to the day before.

The child's laughter and joyful shouts were like encouragement to the plant. Every day, the plant grew bigger, its trunk thicker, and it sprouted real leaves with soft, fine hairs.

I practice watering the plants very gently. Even though the tomato leaves have a strong, pungent smell, I still bring them to my nose and sniff them affectionately. And I hope that one day, the tomato plant will also reach for the sky!

The journey of caring for the plants by the mother and daughter is a journey of waiting for sunshine, waiting for life, waiting for flowers, waiting for fruit. It is a truly joyful experience.

Later, my child noticed the seeds of the fruits I bought. Now, on their study desk, there's a pretty little potted plant growing from a handful of millet seeds I bought for their pet starling. My child secretly took some millet seeds, planted them themselves, and surprised the whole family.

My child's summer vacation passed by with tiny seeds. And from there, those seedlings grew, bringing joy and beauty.

Source: https://tuoitre.vn/cung-con-uom-mot-hat-mam-20240630102450214.htm