We’re at the point where quarantine life has become our new normal. Where I no longer feel as stuck in as I did in the beginning.
Where my kids no longer ask to play with friends or go to school.
Where I no longer hear mumbles of play spaces and park trips.
Life just is.
The four-year-old now gets excited about going outside when it’s not rainy.
We find different activities in nature.
We collect rocks to paint and put in our rock garden.
We go searching for dogs on our street, and my two-year-old likes to wave at them in her Skye costume.
We make silly faces and pose in front of birthday signs on people’s front lawns.
Today we heard the ice cream man on a neighboring street and screamed for him to make an appearance on our road.
“Yummy come here,” my toddler screamed while the four-year-old yelled our street name.
He didn’t come. Definitely didn’t hear us.
I may have asked our postman to send him our way if he came across him, which he didn’t, but—we came home and had ice pops instead.
Some days are better than others.
Some days are worse than others.
Some days are just days; they come and go.
Some days I miss how it was before more.
Some days I’m okay with the status quo.
I think I’ve entered into the acceptance stage of social-distancing.
I even fear when we can go out because I know I won’t feel comfortable until there’s a vaccine.
It’s a weird time for sure, filled with more of everything except for social interactions.
More Netflix and Hulu watching.
More pity-parties and tears.
More baking and creative activities.
But I’m more confident that if we continue to stay healthy, we’ll be okay.
Because the other stuff, my kids falling behind in school; or regressing socially and behavior-wise; will eventually get caught up.
And nothing matters more than their happiness and health.
There’s also comfort in knowing this is all temporary.
It’s just right now, not forever.
So, I think this in-between phase of acceptance is an okay phase to be in.