My eldest son, G, brought home a planter a couple of weeks ago from school. He was diligent the first few days he had it, checking on it as it sat on our windowsill, making sure that there was enough moisture in his makeshift greenhouse.
As the days passed he stopped to check on it less and less; paying more attention to all of those fun kid things he loves to do. He didn't mean to neglect it, but because it was out of his sight, he, simply, forgot.
Until yesterday...the children and I were at the table doing homework, and we started to talk about the hallmarks of spring - the warmer weather, daylight savings, soccer season, and time for planting....
...and he jumped out of his seat like a rocket and screamed, "omigosh! my plant!"
His poor little friend was shriveled up like a cooked bean, and he (my son) whimpered a little. He went to the sink and gave his friend a drink and even spoke to it, then put it back on the windowsill.
This morning, his little plant was alive and well.
We talked about some lessons, that as an adult, I forget.
...that we cannot forget those things and people that aren't in front of us.
...that we can't take for granted that our surroundings will get better without our contribution.
...and that it's never too late to try.
Let's not forget our brothers and sisters across that actually very small pond, in Japan.