In week 32 of our schools being physically closed, the “want” in our family to be back on campus has to be secondary to the critical “need” for in person instruction for a small group of students. We can’t always get what we want, but I am deeply happy to see other kids getting what they truly need.
I came across a poem this morning that was originally written in 2016 by the poet Maggie Smith. Good Bones gets to the core of the restlessness tied to trying to hold space for hope, while raising kids in a world that feels upside down. So pretty much me, right now…
If this were an actual novel, I would have thrown it across the room in disgust several chapters back. But this is real life (real absurd life), so I’m stuck waiting for the next plot twist while trying to hold out hope for something redemptive to happen.
If this strange time has taught me anything, it’s to find gratitude in the little things and hope hidden in the chaos. The world may be burning down around us, but inside our little house we are all okay and for today that is enough.
Social Distancing Week 24 – I’m thankful we feel good about how the school year started for our kids. It’s not perfect. I do not doubt there will be challenges. But it’s good enough because it’s not forever. It’s not forever, it’s just normal for now.
While both kids seem “ready” on this last weekend before school begins, I know that there is no way to fully be prepared since there is no way of predicting how the school year will actually play out. But isn’t that always the case?
It was definitely not the most relaxing camping trip of our lives. But we were away from the place where we’d all spent most of our time for the previous 21 weeks, with great friends and in fresh air. The days weren’t easy, but there was so much laughter. We didn’t completely escape being around other people, but there was enough space that we only wore masks on one hiking trail and when we went inside the small store for ice or food. It wasn’t a perfect trip, but it was a little bit of what we all needed in this strange time.
Literally no other family in the history of civilization has lived through exactly what our family is living through right now. I know that tends toward hyperbole, but it’s actually an absolute truth. A truth that is somehow stranger than fiction.