"We are celebrating Earth Day. Do you think you could come help the kids plant a few flowers?" Innocent enough, why not?
When we showed up this morning at Logan's school to spend an hour with his class, replanting the flower garden, the story changed just a bit. His teacher asked if I would help remove a weed. No big deal right? Except it was really about the size of a small tree and they had just let it grow for about four years.
Gathering the troops, I put them to work trenching around the roots. The kids loved it, a lot more interesting than putting bulbs in the ground. Destruction has that kind of allure it seems. They happily troweled the dirt, hacked at the roots and tugged at the immovable beast. After an hour, we were left with one root that ran deep and held tight to the earth's embrace.
While my helper's had to return to greater educational endeavors, I wasn't backing down. Fifteen minutes of blood, sweat and tears later, and thankfully no English lessons, a mighty crack resounded and I held aloft my trophy of man-dom. I wanted to march triumphantly into the class, like a hero returning from battle, but my wife held me in check. Honestly I was a little disappointed when Logan's response after school was "Oh, you got it out."
That's life though. When you let a weed (in your life) grow for several years, it's roots grow deep and taking it out will not be easy. You may have to dig in other areas you never thought it affected. Removing it will get a whole lot more attention, than when you plant the good things. Why would you ever want to remove that? It's not hurting anything, anyone. Once you have dug your heals in and forcibly removed it though, the rest of the garden grows so much better.