My roller-coaster of feelings about the Covid-19 pandemic …
I hate what my kids are missing out on but I love what we have gained.
It’s March. Almost a year since last year’s lockdown.
All of the memories and pictures popping up on my phone and social media from a year ago have got me feeling angry, sad, grateful and happy all at the same time.
Was I heartbroken the way their school year ended so abruptly and so sad they never got a chance to say goodbye? Yes.
Was remote learning hard with two kids? Yes.
Was I extremely upset and scared about my kids suddenly not having any of their speech and OT therapies? Yes.
Did I watch my kids develop a special and much closer bond? Yes.
Did I feel I was given a second chance at being a stay at home mom and savoring this extra time? Yes.
Was I overwhelmed? Yes
Was I grateful and happy everyone was healthy and safe? Yes
Do we miss all the fun places we used to go to? Yes
Did we have more time for (outdoor) field trips as a family and find new special places? Yes
I mean my list could go on and on and make no sense at all. Because this is the scramble of thoughts on how I feel about this new life we live. Of course we miss big events but we love our small events just as much. Dance parties included.
My roller-coaster of feelings about the Covid-19 pandemic
This week my kids are celebrating Dr. Seuss week. Except my daughter will be doing it from home.
Last year we got to take a trip to Seussville at their school. The halls were decorated, we got to gush over all their artwork, and see all of their favorite people in their daily school world. Was I chasing them down the halls and sweating while I tried to talk to their teachers? Also, yes. I miss getting to be involved in these special times.
As I am writing this, my daughter is snuggled up against me taking a nap. We have two whole weeks of quality time together doing all the things she loves which mostly includes making pizza dough every single morning, painting, doing glue and sand projects and not having to wear pants. And these days are the ones I will remember about the pandemic. Getting into our pajamas way too early in the day (or never changing our out them to be honest) and crawling into bed together.
Do I feel mom guilt that her brother isn’t here? Yup. But I remind myself of the SAHM days I had with just him, the adventures we got to go on together and how I felt mom guilt about his sister being left out! Lol.
Like our trips to Tuckerton Seaport and Baymen’s Museum