It’s fair to say the cabbage situation got a little carried away.

I know.

But it’s hard to apologize for fun, harmless, simple nonsense.

{If you haven’t been following #ProjectCabbage on Facebook or Instagram — click here to get caught up.}

As we approach the end of Project Cabbage, two big lessons are coming into focus for me.

First, say YES. As much as you can.

The week Colt brought Gabby home in her little biodegradable pot, I wrote about embarking on this new project.

“Welcome to the family, Gabby! Thank you for bringing me an opportunity to say yes to fun, silly things with this fun, silly boy of mine.”

And I meant it! I often say I want a life of “adventure big and small” and people sometimes ask what “small adventure” is. THIS. Growing a giant cabbage just because is a perfect example of small adventure. We didn’t stamp our passports or sleep in the woods or spend a lot of money. We tried something new and made some mistakes and learned about cabbage worms and documented the growth of a garden vegetable no one in this house has any interest in actually eating — and it was more dirty-fingernails, belly-laughing fun than I ever could have anticipated.

I vow to continue saying yes to “small adventure” when it comes my way.

And secondly, there’s always more to these things than meets the eye.

Honestly, I didn’t know that he’d want to keep up the weekly videos. But here we are nearly 15 weeks later, and he never missed an update. Colt got better over the course of 15 weeks — comfort level with being on camera, organizing his thoughts, and being more conversational with his commentary. You’d think the 4-Her + Drama Kid in me would have seen this disguised opportunity a mile away but it snuck up on me.

While he was growing his own giant cabbage, I was growing my own Anderson Cooper.

(This is where the Cabbage Mom title really kicks in… I know. I can almost hear your eyes rolling.)

Seriously, though, it’s genuinely important to me that he learns both public speaking and conversation skills. While I went on to more training in high school theater and competitive speech — my earliest “training” in public speaking was when I was not much older than he is now, practicing 4-H demonstrations and talks at a card table in our living room. It’s never too early to learn to organize your thoughts and speak intelligently about something you love. Even if — and perhaps especially if — that something is a silly, giant cabbage. You never know when a gardening project is going to double as a life skills project.


I’m sad it’s all coming to an end, but I would do it all over again — planting that little seedling was the start of something special.



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