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.
Parenting during a pandemic is scary. It’s hard and it’s sometimes heartbreaking — but we’re putting on a brave face for our children because that’s what they need from us right now.
If I made being home sick too fun, they wouldn’t get the rest they need and they’d want to stay home all the time.
No more crouching and kneeling on their kitchen chairs or tipping them back so far we think someone’s going to get a concussion.