As most people in the country know, Texas experienced a winterpocalypse last week that we were wholly unprepared for. Most school districts canceled Monday, but we were scheduled to work remotely. We woke up to no power in the house, so my first period Zoom class, set to start at 7:25 AM, was not going to happen.
Kyle and I frantically – okay, only I was frantic – tried to quickly compose a message to students via the learning management system, but connectivity was making things go slowly. The district finally called at 7:30 AM to cancel Monday operations.
The chaos and the anxiety of not knowing when the power would drop again made me constantly uneasy; HOWEVER…
In Teach Write, we are completing a #lovenotechallenge every day for the month of February. It is amazing how intentionally writing gratitude or seeking joy can change your perspective, especially during challenging times.
We lost power Monday and Wednesday.
We were with power Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday.
We were placed on a boil water notice for three days.
We had plenty of bottles of water, as well as a gas stove to boil water on days with no power.
We were freezing in the middle of the night when the power was out.
We had a warm bed, plenty of blankets, and each other.
We were trapped inside with an active 18 month old.
We have an 18 month old who can have fun doing anything, even playing with blocks with just a headlamp.
We only prepared to be iced in on Monday, maybe Tuesday, but it went on until Friday.
We have an over prepared mom (or mother-in-law to Kyle) who bought enough food for the entire week, just in case. #newbieparents
We were newbie parents in our first winter storm.
We had my mom who chose to hunker down with us.
We couldn’t charge our phones when the power was out.
We had cars with full gas tanks to charge up devices.
We were bored (because first world problems).
We played Scrabble, we danced, we read books by sunlight or headlamp.
We were worried about my grandparents who eventually lost power and were too far to pick up.
We were impressed by my grandmother’s resourcefulness and strength (those Mexico and Chicago days sure kicked in).
We were nervous and annoyed and exhausted.
We had each other. Under one roof. With plenty of food and water.
Last week, my love notes were written to objects like the car heater, to the blankets, to the headlamp, to the gas stove; they were also written to my 18 month old, my husband, my mom. It’s easy – and for many, it’s justified – to complain and sit in despair. It was, however, much more fruitful for me to recognize and be thankful for abundant blessings.
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