Putting Her Needs First

I feel like every day is just… waiting. Waiting for a call from the school that one of my kids was exposed to Covid or waiting for a Covid symptom to appear.

We’ve moved into the second week of sending Autumn to preschool for only half days. I pick her up at 11:30 and she eats lunch at home. She doesn’t nap, but she’ll usually play in her room for about an hour. Then I try to keep her entertained in the afternoon until her brother gets home from middle school.

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When There Isn’t Space

When there was something and suddenly isn’t,
an absence shouts, celebrates, and leaves a space.

-Naomi Shihab Nye, “Burning the Old Year”

In the category of “there are no good options,” we decided to only send Autumn to preschool for half days. By doing this, we can pick her up before lunchtime so she doesn’t have to remove her mask at all while she’s there.

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To My Past Self

I’m trying to envision that it is 2027 — five years from now.

There is no longer a global pandemic dominating our lives. I’m sure Covid is still around, but it has become endemic. Maybe we still wear masks in crowded places. Maybe we’re still getting vaccine boosters every six months. But our world has resumed some semblance of “Before” though we can never really go back to pre-pandemic life.

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Another Christmas Alone

2020 was a rough year overall. We were in near-isolation from March 12th onward, not wanting to take any chances with Covid. We only saw family via Zoom. I had a few gatherings with friends in our backyard with the proper amount of space between us. That was it; I can probably count on one hand the number of people we had meaningful face-to-face connections with once the pandemic really exploded in the United States.

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