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So here we are, hundreds of days of lockdown later, hanging on by our fingernails, trying our best to provide an environment that our kids can succeed in. But let’s be honest, its bloody tough.
I’m certainly not the perfect parent and since my stroke 3 months ago my tolerance isn’t what it once was. Now, I find myself asking how many times a day can you answer the same question? How many clothes changes (in one day) is ok before I lose the plot? Why do 3 year olds prefer to be covered in dirt and food from yesterday? Mummy must be the most spoken word in western culture for certain and while there are times when it melts my heart, there are times when it makes my head hurt and I find myself dreaming of sandy beaches, ice cold cocktails, adult conversations (that don’t include the words COVID, Anna P or Gladys).
Lockdown is testing everything I know about being a mother and a wife. I find myself trying to find “jobs” to so I can avoid my actual mum/wife roles, there are days when I’m not myself entirely and I try desperately to find pieces of our “old life” to give me some hope that things will return. But maybe things will never be the way they were, maybe holidays and family events are forever changed. I hope these thoughts are just that and don’t turn into realities for our kids – the world that is their future is a very different one from the one I grew up in (although all parents can probably say that).
I take my role as a role model for my girls very seriously and hope they look back on me knowing I stood for my beliefs and believed they are capable of anything. My stroke nearly killed me and that is a very hard pill to swallow, Girls today need people to teach them how to succeed in this crazy world. Unfortunately, more and more, what we teach our kids is more about what they can’t do and not what they can. I want to instil ethics, hard work and compassion into our kids but it’s no easy feat.
A few simple things we have done to survive our, more than, 200 days of lockdown include:
We are all more tired and stressed than normal and living in constant uncertainty is taking its toll on us all. But, deep down, I’m sure we all know we are doing (or at least trying to do) our best, for our kids, our family and (when time permits) ourselves. It takes a village but right now our village is all over the place, but we can come together to support each other – we’ve got this – FUCK COVID!