These last days have felt surreal and uncertain… for me and for all. This new normal has been very challenging for all and I imagine in ways it will continue to be hard but also soft- though that is complicated. I have struggled, as we all are, with working from home I miss my beautiful teal rolly chair and charismatic team… I am now my children’s teacher (along with work)- a dream role for me, but it’s hard working and managing AND momming. I wish I could do all of the above better, but maybe just maybe this time is to do what we can with what we have and let go of beyond.
I know that these days have been almost indescribable for me, I just feel so weird but along with unfamiliar it also feels like Deja vu. I have struggled to figure out the words to describe all of this…
We walk at Maddie’s Spot, a beautiful old cemetery in Guilderland, everyday. We need fresh air and a safe place, and her spot is all of that. We wandered those hilly, windy and antique roads… and I thought about these feelings and the fear and comfort and ok and stressed and what it all meant. The world pretty much stopped as we know it this week, for so many of us. It stopped moving for so many, even though it spins and the sun comes up and we get to bedtime. I have felt this before. On February 8th, 2012 Madeline died, and my world stopped; while it felt like it stopped for me… it still was spinning with am’s and pm’s. I watched, confused, as others lived on- eating out, laughing, getting their kids on and off the bus, going to work, living… I could not understand how that was working. It was a heavy and surreal time. Grief is heavy and surreal. Time kept moving on and somehow it is 2020… 8 years from those days of utter confusion and chaos of time in my soul, still I have many issues and triggers, but mostly time can make sense now. These days… I am back in that space of the world stopping but the sun still rises and sets. It’s like that time prepared me, and others for this slow down.
Living life day by day and minute by minute… squishing siblings together to get along and get through… being real and resilient… checking in on family more… baking and cooking with stories, like biscuits my grandma made… improvising an entire cultural holiday… preparing for a quiet birthday… and exploring again… adventures galore to places with only fresh air and no sharing of germs. I am enjoying this, so far. I am missing so much, but I am also looking forward to the Rejoice and the joy of reconnecting. I will wear a big floral dress and my jean jacket, and hot red lipstick and stand close and hug a friend and SMILE. I will never take togetherness for granted, yet I will be thankful for the tight togetherness I have with my girls now. I will drink it in, the hard and soft. These days are historic… they are profound, so I will get through and build the best I can, documenting some of the journey, living and breathing and doing the best with what I have.
This time is hard. Let’s virtually get through this hard… I feel almost like this is similar to losing Madeline. Who knows… maybe God will use us greivers as guides through this Covid time. I imagine I have lived through a preseason and now it is the season (if that is how sports work 😊).
Be kind. Love well. Smile and seek sunlight. Walk. Laugh lots. Pray. Let yourself feel it all. This is hard. We can do hard things. Work on the back-burner stuff. Reconnect, albeit virtually, to family and friends, journal, find a walking stick, make forts, paint things… lets look forward and do our jobs of social distancing. OWN YOUR PART IN THAT, YOUR OWN SOCIAL RESPONSIBILITY TO MAKE THIS BETTER AND DIFFERENT THAN OTHER PLACES… let’s get to Rejoice sooner.