Dirt, Digging and Dopamine

We had been stuck at home, trying to juggle schoolwork, online work, and the emotional rollercoaster that came with the sudden change of the COVID-19 lockdowns. The kids were confused and anxious, and with few opportunities to leave our property, the walls felt like they were closing in.

But we were blessed – we lived on a small hobby farm. At the time, we only had sheep, but they gave us a reason to go outside a few times a day. As the weather warmed, we found ourselves drawn outdoors more often. Fresh air and movement worked wonders, and I noticed that both the kids and I felt calmer when we spent extended time outside.

That’s when I decided to start a garden (because I really needed more things to do).

Since we were home more, it seemed like the perfect time. I began digging out a section of land while the kids played nearby, in between work and challenging behaviours. The fresh air and physical work felt good – even though I wasn’t particularly quick or skilled at it. Later, I would learn that gardening boosts serotonin, dopamine, and endorphins, all hormones linked to better mood. But at the time, I just knew it helped my mind and body feel better.

One day, my then six-year-old asked if he could help. I encouraged him to find another shovel, and he enthusiastically joined in, digging up weeds that had thrived undisturbed for years. Then, he asked if he could take the wheelbarrow and dump the weeds.

I remember looking at him skeptically before saying, “If you can move it, go for it.” I knew that if he could manage it, the heavy lifting would be a great way to help regulate his active body.

To his delight (and my surprise), he could push a half-full wheelbarrow. He and the other kids eagerly helped plant the garden. We even expanded, digging out a couple more areas, and they happily helped me plant there too.

Then he asked for his own garden.

With minimal help from me, he built two small garden beds by our playground. All summer, he took great pride in tending them. The preschoolers also wanted a space of their own, so we turned a small hill into their garden. Their planting style was, well…chaotic. It turns out vegetables don’t appreciate being “checked on” with a shovel every couple of weeks. But somehow, they managed to grow enough veggies for one meal, and they were so proud.

Of course, there were mishaps. A few wheelbarrows tipped over unexpectedly, leading to frustrating moments and big emotions. But those spills gave us opportunities to work through frustration, learn that accidents happen, and practice cleaning up our messes – both physical and emotional.

We’re still not great gardeners, but each of my kids has found a part of gardening they enjoy. I love watching them take pride in their plants. Gardening continues to give them exercise, improve their moods, and help lower stress. It’s become a fun, natural form of self-care that teaches responsibility and helps them regulate their bodies.

And as a bonus? They get fresh snacks all summer – especially tomatoes, their favourite. Occasionally, a few even make it to the dinner table.