Since March 15th, that fateful day when we got the call that school would be closed for 2 weeks, when people have casually asked me the date, I shrug my shoulders, smile impishly and say, “March?” A commentary on how days have felt the same since then in a certain way.
As we approach the one year anniversary of shut down, I find myself pondering aspects of the last year, and the future.
This year, I have learned resilience in a new way. I imagine many of us have. As a parent, personally, I feel overextended. I also feel blessed to do work that inspires me everyday AND that lets me make my own schedule so that I can actually show up for my child. Despite how overextending it is, my kid is thriving.
I have been encountering deep grief for the children whose parents cannot show up through no foult of their own, but rather the fault of a system that has failed us all. For the children whose parents have to work full time and who sit in isolation in front of a screen for 6-7 hours a day. For the children whose parents have not enough academic skill to help them with their schoolwork.
This year in the madness of toilet paper hoarding, I have learned that it is possible to live without toilet paper if necessary, and that toilet paper is the least of our problems.
It is March still/again? And there are seeds to plant again, because as a dear friend said last year, “COVID can’t cancel spring.”
What will you plant? What we reap is what we sow.