I must be doing something right

This is my Mother's Day plant. You know, the ones they hand to all the women as you walk out the door of the church on Mother's Day. Mine have never lived longer than a week. Well, this one lived for quite a while on my kitchen window sill. Then one day the kids were bored and needed a project. So I told them to take the flower outside and plant it. They did. Smack dab in front of the porch. (This is not unlike the time my 4th grader brought home the giant cabbage plant. But that's another story.)
I believe this is a geranium. A mutant-ninja geranium. The thing won't die! Nearly everything around it is dead and gone. I can't bring myself to kill it. So, it lives.
I guess I should be grateful. Maybe it's a sign that I'm doing something right as a mother. If I wake up one day and my mother's day plant is all brown and wilty I might second-guess my "mom-skills".