Our family has been through a lot in these two years as well. I have 3 grown kids right now, all doing their own thing and three kids still at home. We are all working on loving and caring for each other more and it’s not always easy.
The main reason I started to blog is to keep my sanity. It’s why I started writing in the first place. When I’m in situations where I fear I will explode, I just start writing. Sometimes it’s a letter, sometimes it’s a prayer. But it always gets what I’m feeling up and out. This COVID-19 thing is straight out of a nightmare. As if the stress of possibly catching something that could kill you isn’t enough, many of us are laid off- some with children who have lost all routine and stability and we are expected to homeschool them while juggling and dealing with our own emotions.
I’m blessed to still be working at HCGC, a job and career I love in the heathcare field, but my legal work came to a grinding halt. And as an empath, I feel deeply for my friends and family who are out of work and struggling to make ends meet with no end in sight.
Those of us with children with Autism or ADHD may be especially overwhelmed at being unable to control our childrens reactions to what is going on. You are not alone. We have to remember that our children are gifts from God and that all things will work together for the good, to those who love God and are called according to His purpose: even this. The good is found in the small choices we make. The choices to forgive or overlook; the choice to hold our child for an extra minute rather than sending them away in frustration; the choice to kiss our spouse like we’re going on a hot date rather than push them away.
Being transparent about how you are feeling will go a long way in keeping your relationships solid. It’s okay to say I’m scared. I’m scared. Not of getting sick because I had pneumonia in February and it was awful. I scared for the ways COVID-19 may change life as we know it. And that we may not rebound. And that tyranny may continue to win...
But just as there are new buds on my daughters plant, there is hope. And hope springs eternal. There may be a wait, or a delay, but change is gon’ come. And as Brother Cecil says, I’m gonna stay ready so I don’t have to get ready. I may not feel like it but everyday, I’m going to do something that my future self will thank me for. I did yoga today and it felt great. I was thinking about the flexible old lady I’ll become, telling Mila and Mali about the virus of 2020, just as my Granny told me how her Dad lost everything in the Great Depression.
We have to hold on, not to material things but to each other. This too shall pass...
