So, this whole coronavirus is freaking me out, and I know I’m not alone in that.
I see the school closings and feel it with my oldest being home for a month.
I see it when I go to the supermarket with purell, rice, and toilet paper becoming endangered items. Disney has shut down, and the NBA suspended the rest of the season.
And when Mickey and Minnie are quarantined, we know things are bad. I hear widespread panic from the media to small talk in passing.
It’s hard not to be worried.
But the population I’m most afraid for is the grandparents.
My parents are sixty, and they’re right at the brink of “this virus could be deadly” — and it’s not sitting well with me at all, to put it lightly.
You see, I don’t want to do this life without them.
I know eventually, if the circle of life falls into place, I’ll have to — but they’re still young, and I want many more years with them.
Our parents mean so much to our entire family and a lot of them play an active day-to-day role in our lives.
These are the people who love us more than anything — but would kill our kids. And we would want them to.
These are the people who build Lego towers with our kids on the floor, even though their backs may start spasming — to them, it’s worth it.
These are the people we call for constructive criticism and advice, our go-to people to run things by.
These are the people that we feel comfortable with watching our kids if we want a night out on the town. And they aren’t just willing to; they want to.
They want to for our marriage, but also so they can be with their grandkids.
So, the population of grandparents, the people that do everything for us, and our kids, those are the ones I stay up late at night worrying googling everything coronavirus about.
They usually worry about us —
so, this role reversal’s in due time.
So, let’s wash our hands, cooperate with the CDC, and stop the spread — for the grandparents who do everything —
It’s the least we can do.
Because I don’t want to do this life without them.