How My Flower Farm Helps Me Stay Present as a Mom
Mornings blur into evenings. Laundry piles up. Lunches are packed. Little voices constantly call your name. As a mom of young children, the demands never end, and I used to feel like I was constantly playing catch-up, barely breathing through the chaos.
Mindfulness felt like a luxury. Peace felt out of reach.
Then I found it, in the unlikeliest place: the flower field.
Flower farming didn’t begin as a mindfulness practice. At first, it was just something beautiful for me to try. A way to reconnect with nature after years of giving everything to everyone else.
But as I leaned into it, I realized how powerful it was. I have to move slowly in the garden, using gentle hands and soft steps. I take time to notice things I never used to: the wind on leaves, the sound of bees, the rainbow of colors in just one flower. I breathe deeper when I’m among the blooms. I find that I now listen more carefully. Not just to the flowers, but to my children.
Every day in the flower field is a lesson in presence and patience. You can’t rush beauty. Just like parenting, you have to show up and nurture, without forcing the bloom. Every flower grows at its own pace, just like our children.
Flower farming has shown me that seasons matter. Rest is part of the cycle. And we’re allowed to rest, too.
These aren’t just poetic thoughts, they’re actual mindset shifts that have changed how I show up as a mother.
The farm helps to ground me. It gives me something solid to stand on when the rest of life feels like a whirlwind. I take a step back and look at the basics, and I see that this applies to all aspects of life. Water, sunlight, love… what else could we need?!
It’s not perfect or Instagram-pretty all the time.
Sometimes, I’m out there in pajamas and boots. Sometimes I’m pulling weeds while my kids argue in the background. But those moments still bring peace.
When my children join me, something shifts. We help each other differently. We notice more. We slow down together.
The farm isn’t just my space— it’s become our sanctuary.
You don’t have to start a flower farm to experience this.
Maybe it’s one pot on your windowsill.
Maybe it’s a bouquet on your kitchen table.
Maybe it’s five quiet minutes arranging flowers you picked with your kids.
Mindfulness doesn’t have to be a meditation app or a silent retreat. Sometimes, it’s just noticing the way a bloom leans toward the light—and remembering that you can, too.
If you’re craving a little more presence in your motherhood journey, try bringing some blooms into your routine.
Better yet, come by the flower stand. Let the flowers remind you: it’s okay to slow down.
Your peace is growing—one petal at a time.
