It’s been a long month and I feel like the rest of the year might be long, too. I’m kinda ready for this year to be done and hope that 2021 will be better! Anyone else looking forward to 2021? Of course, I was looking forward to 2020, and really thought it would be absolutely wonderful! Ha!
Well, that’s the negativity in me talking. So, let me flip the script and talk about how good this time is for me! My husband has been home 24/7. He’s helped out a lot and I’ve enjoyed the extra time with him. My kids have had an extra long Spring Break (thank you, Coronavirus for inspiring that….lol). We’ve had a lot of fun together; we’ve watched movies, had worship time, played games, taken walks to the grassy knoll by our home, danced, done TikTok videos and so on. We’ve done a lot of things we typically wouldn’t have done if we had been “life as normal.”
I’m looking forward to things going back to normal, trust me, but something inside of me is enjoying the moments we have as a family. Something inside me whispers that I should be so thankful because, one day, these children will be grown up, and gone, and I’ll miss the days of being with them. Something says that I should love these moments so much, because we are getting so much time with each other and things like this are once in a life-time kind of things.
But yet, the human side of me that struggles with all this is still there. It’s still alive and well and I just really wish things would go back to normal. I miss my 3 hours a week I had with MOPS. I miss the time my kids were in the church groups and I could sit with my husband, in the quiet church and receive a word and worship God without distraction. Something inside me misses the beach times, the park play-dates, the times we’d go to the grocery store and not be paranoid that some Coronavirus infected person just coughed on my food. Something inside me can’t wait to enjoy being free again.
I know we all feel a little bit like we’re about to lose it. I know we feel like our world has just been shaken and upended and left to be repaired at some unknown date. Saying, “someday” is hard. We want to know which day. Not someday. We want an end for this, and it’s hard not knowing when all this will end. When we started out this year, we had no idea this would happen. Yet, here we are.
Dear friend, we’re all in this together. Yes. We will make it. We will get through this. The sun will shine again and we will be so happy to be done with all this. We will hug each other and laugh and cry. It’ll be like Christmas all over again. Or better! So hang in there. We will make it. I’m sending hugs and love to your home virtually!