OK. So the Coronavirus ( not so affectionately known as ‘Rona) isn’t as simple and manageable like rain, but the sentiment of the “Rain Rain Go Away” nursery rhyme is the same. Go away! We want to go out and play.
We just got the “Safer at Home” orders and I am already freaking out. No, not because of the virus itself. I am afraid to be at home with my little for an entire month, nonstop, no breaks, no school, no nothing. This five-year-old is used to mommy taking him places. He enjoys going to the movies, long walks down the aisles at Target, playing his favorite games at our local arcade, and taking random trips to Disneyland to put his annual pass to use. We’ve only been “social distancing” for four days so far and he’s already yelling at the top of his lungs, “I don’t want to stay in the house” every 10 to 15 minutes.
When there were first talks about quarantining, the extroverted introvert in me was excited. “Finally the alone time I wanted.” I thought I would be able to save money since I will not be at work buying lunch every day and don’t have to put gas in the tank. I can save money but it’s my sanity I am concerned about. As a single mom, all of the heavy lifting on me. There is no one to step in to give a sista a break. It’s me and the kid sitting on hopes and prayers throughout the day.
initially, I scoured my favorite mommies on Instagram, noting brilliant home school ideas; arts and crafts ideas, printables, schedules, menu ideas. “I got this. I got this. I kept telling myself. I headed over to Pinterest, researching social-emotional activities and appropriate math worksheets. About 6 clicks in my chest started to tighten. ‘Rona is that you? No. It was anxiety. Just thinking about how I was going to make all of this “home school” happen whilst working for the job that pays me overwhelmed me. Instantly I knew I was setting myself up for failure.
After attempting to get a night of good sleep, I woke up with a laissez-faire attitude. I knew I had to find a happy medium; somewhere between IDGAF and micromanaging every second of our days. I’ve come up with a few oaths to help me find that midpoint and keep me there once I do.
I will not inundate myself with the news and current events.
I will take advantage of this time to intentionally love on my kid.
I will consciously show up for myself each day.
I will not obligate my child to any strict schedules or regimens.
I will indulge in the quiet moments.
I will practice self-care purposefully and often.
I will celebrate small victories daily.
I will not allow my emotions to rule me, they will serve me instead.
When the world around me feels likes it’s crumbling, I will always aim to look up.