I feel like this happens to everyone, but it doesn't make it any easier.
One of my proudest moments was when I first grew a vegetable. A tomato. That I could actually eat. I wouldn't, of course, because tomatoes are gross and almost a vegetable and my mom is always trying to make me eat stuff I don't want to eat and who does she think she is anyway? Ok, so I was 11 and #middleschoolproblems .
The point is, I felt confident. I felt capable. Because now that I knew the secret, I could grow anything. (I also felt certain I would never grow another tomato again. Prepubescent me was DAMN sure growin' vegetables was just the parental agenda trying to enforce a dictatorship's rules. Down with the man! I set out to become the world's foremost authority on growing Cheezits and those little candy dots that came on long strips of paper.)
I'm the wife of a Fledgling Farmer(FF) and mom to Fledgling Farmer Boy(FFB) and Fledgling Farmer Girl(FFG).