As most of you know and many of you are in the same situation, we are currently in self isolation aka quarantine, here at home. We had actually started homeschooling V back in February, and thankfully I had gotten my sea legs A LITTLE stable before the madness ensued. Of course nothing could prepare us here, or anyone for that matter, for what would come.
Yesterday a friend asked if I had any magazines that her children could use for a project. Of course I did! And I remembered she had just started her seedlings, I had not yet gotten soil, I asked if she had any left we could use, she did and would bring it by. I went around the house and gathered what I could find, magazines and catalogs. And a set of grow lights, it snowed again and she needed some for her seedlings. Into the bag they went! I grabbed some of the snacks I always keep on hand in bags, animal crackers, they are her little’s favorite, and into the bag they went also. I remembered an idea I had seen, drawing hand outlines on cardboard so that kids can practice painting their nails, she has 2 girls so I made one for each of them. Before I made them, I sprayed Lysol on the cardboard, front and back. That kind of struck a cord with me, like WOW, am I really doing this? YEP! I got it all into a bag, washing my hands probably 50 times while assembling the bag. And then I put the bag outside the garage door, and closed it and went back inside. That was hard.
That was a very profound realization. I could watch her from the window, but I wouldn’t be able to see her, give her a hug, or chit chat in the living room. She would leave the soil and some medicine she picked up for me, at the garage door also. I waited a bit before checking the window for tire marks in the snowy driveway. This is the new way of doing things. For now. I don’t want to call it the new normal, nothing about this is normal, and I don’t want it to ever be.