I've had this plant since my kids were little, almost forty years. It used to bloom once in awhile when I first got it, but since then it has remained a foliage plant. Then last year it bloomed. It was beautiful, but as it turned out, only a prelude to what it is accomplishing this year. In the foreground is the Peace Lily I got from Sherillee about thirty years ago. It, too, blossomed for the first time last year. This year it has two flowers.
I would like to make up some analogy to human life and growing older, but I can't think of one.