I’m choosing to be optimistic because my kids will mirror what I model, and I want them going back to school feeling excited to see their friends and teachers. I want them counting down the days and planning what they’re going to wear. I want them to have that feeling of normalcy again.
All they want to do is go outside in the sun and play in the yard, but now they have to wonder if they’re going to see their mom crying because the police have called again?
After lunch, the kids go outside to play. It no longer matters if it’s cold or drizzly — they are eager to go out in weather they would have balked at a month ago. I stand in the window watching them make mud pies and peel the bark off sticks. Between the dead grass and the dreary sky, the world is colourless and dull. Caution tape flutters over the entrance of the park nearby. It looks like a pandemic out there, I think.