Do you find yourself losing track of the days too? I'm never quite sure what day of the week it is let alone the actual date. My kids are far better at keeping track of how many days they have been locked away from the life they know so well. I find humor in the fact that they have spent their entire school lives wishing they didn't have to get up so early, dragged their sleepy selves to school, interact with "those" others on campus, but as they sit at their computers, in their pajamas at home at 10 am to work on homework and be social via technology, they still complain. For different reasons of course, but is there really no such thing as happy children?! I'm joking... mostly. (I know you're thinking the same, don't deny it!)
Not much has changed since my first post about quarantine on April 1st. The monotony of the situation has finally peaked I think though. This week has been challenging, not unlike every week before this but it really felt different. Our emotions are edgy. Maybe it was the anxiousness radiating from each of us for the need of a real break. No schoolwork. No daily attendance. No journaling. No computers. No nagging mom to remind them to focus and finish their work. I know this will never get easier but at least when this break ends, we will know exactly what to expect. It's nice to breathe without expectation.
There have been times when I have questioned if I will be able to get these kids through 7 more weeks of homeschooling. I know I am not alone and the support is endless, but it's not just about the physical workload. I worry about their mental, emotional and social health. We are a strong family unit but no family is perfect. I know they have fears and worries and neither want to share all those things with us. I think it is important for me to remember that the most important thing is to just be available to them. To love them. To remind them they are safe and not alone.
Even on our worst days, we are loveable. Even on the saddest days, we are loveable. Even on angry days, we are loveable.
These are tough times, no real end in sight. I pray and hope that people are doing their part to end this madness. I pray for those who don't have the option to be bored at home with their children, the ones who can't struggle through 10th-grade math with their teenagers, those who don't get to lounge around in their PJs all-day binge-watching the newest brain cell killing Netflix show.
I won't take this time for granted. Sheltering in place is the highest responsibility right now. It means making the choice to put others before you.
I will struggle through homeschooling and balancing my own college courses. I will struggle through motherhood burnout, loud days, crying moments, angry outbursts, and frustration because that is the LEAST I can give back to those giving so much more.
I think I have babbled on a bit here. Sometimes it's all just locked away in my head until I can stop and let it spill out of my overthinking mind.
Until next time...
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Not much has changed since my first post about quarantine on April 1st. The monotony of the situation has finally peaked I think though. This week has been challenging, not unlike every week before this but it really felt different. Our emotions are edgy. Maybe it was the anxiousness radiating from each of us for the need of a real break. No schoolwork. No daily attendance. No journaling. No computers. No nagging mom to remind them to focus and finish their work. I know this will never get easier but at least when this break ends, we will know exactly what to expect. It's nice to breathe without expectation.
There have been times when I have questioned if I will be able to get these kids through 7 more weeks of homeschooling. I know I am not alone and the support is endless, but it's not just about the physical workload. I worry about their mental, emotional and social health. We are a strong family unit but no family is perfect. I know they have fears and worries and neither want to share all those things with us. I think it is important for me to remember that the most important thing is to just be available to them. To love them. To remind them they are safe and not alone.
Even on our worst days, we are loveable. Even on the saddest days, we are loveable. Even on angry days, we are loveable.
These are tough times, no real end in sight. I pray and hope that people are doing their part to end this madness. I pray for those who don't have the option to be bored at home with their children, the ones who can't struggle through 10th-grade math with their teenagers, those who don't get to lounge around in their PJs all-day binge-watching the newest brain cell killing Netflix show.
I won't take this time for granted. Sheltering in place is the highest responsibility right now. It means making the choice to put others before you.
I will struggle through homeschooling and balancing my own college courses. I will struggle through motherhood burnout, loud days, crying moments, angry outbursts, and frustration because that is the LEAST I can give back to those giving so much more.
I think I have babbled on a bit here. Sometimes it's all just locked away in my head until I can stop and let it spill out of my overthinking mind.
I try to remember even on the darkest days we can find sunshine if we look hard enough.
Until next time...
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