The interior of our childrens schools feel other-wordly now, dare we place a toe over the treshold.
Tag: pandemic
the year our children grew in isolation.
He’s this whole entire other person and it’s happened in secret.
play first, worry later.
be with them now; the rest can wait.
the loop
the days are a game / of catch and release.
sometimes we just have to hold them.
I scooped up that five year old, all arms and legs, brought him to my lap and I hugged him tight. I held him and I told him he had every right to feel angry.
what’s too hard to say out loud
Sometimes it all feels like swallowing glass; you reach for a solution but it’s like trying to catch smoke in your hand.
dear pandemic parents:
for the guilt you harvest for falling to pieces.
restoration
when touch / becomes a / leap of faith / we don’t ignore
sometimes self care looks like self pity
Coping mechanisms are great – they’re important – but the occasional self pity session can bring some relief, too.
Magic Mama 