I assigned this thinking I’d mostly read letters that would lead me to reply notes of encouragement. It turned out to have the opposite effect. It reminded me that our presence matters. Our attitude matters. Our sincere joy at engaging matters. I am COVID-life exhausted. I am COVID-life, pregnant-life exhausted. But I’m going to keep showing up because it matters.
While it seems a bit presumptuous to declare and decree where I’m going, some things are absolutely certain. As I survey the phases I know I am – or will be – embracing, I recognize that I move forward with hesitation. But I know I am not alone because I am loved and supported.
Not even a year old and, in my dangerous thought traps, my child would turn into a recluse – FOREVER. While I may have been a little nervous as a first time mom, I’m incredibly thankful that we’ve had so much uninterrupted time watching Elías develop right before our eyes. What’s an unexpected blessing you experienced and/or received during pandemic quarantine?
I’m often teased for asking a plethora of invasive questions, but I’m learning this curious part of my personality, when done strategically, is an excellent way for others to open up. Maybe I should start off with quirky questions first, though!
Over halfway into the month of August, and I’m finally able to come up for air. While it’s pretty common to feel overwhelmed and discombobulated when the school year starts, trudging through the unknowns of online learning have turned our world upside down. It’s not the kids; it never is. It’s finding a rhythm.
The weeks don’t always simultaneously coincide with the end of a month, so it feels like closure today. Tomorrow begins a new and exciting month, as well as the month I most associate with school. I feel I am closing the chapter of summer, and beginning to wade into the waters of unknown learning.
Back to school is right around the corner, and while opinions abound, the fact is this: teachers in my district return July 30, students return August 6. Here’s to the last full week of summer 2020!
Truth: I have avoided working on this post because it’s been a heavy end of the week, but I cannot avoid the knowledge that my life abounds with blessings.
Mija: This word is a shortened, endearing Spanish word for “mi hija” which literally means “my daughter.” As a daughter, I am an heir to unparalleled riches. I receive life and love in abundance.
As a Monday aficionado, I’ve never been much of a “thank God it’s Friday” fan. In fact, Friday has always seemed to me as the day where I attempt to gather the broken pieces of a tired week. Mondays are fresh; a clean slate; new mercies.