Our moments change in an instant. Monday, I was so excited to hear that my husband was leaving Lebanon and finally headed home. Last night, he was messaging while in a plane full of people headed to Ethiopia. This morning, he was supposed to board his connecting flight to Houston. But my heart sank and I had to reread the message a few times before it stuck. No homecoming today. Or tomorrow. There is a possibility that he will be on a flight to New York by Friday but at this point, I don't want to get my hopes up again.
This virus continues to spread and I know we're going to see it get worse before it gets better and I know the numbers testing positive changes every second.
Timeline as I'm watching the news/cases in the US
March 11: 1,000 cases
March 12: 1,274 cases
March 13: 1,666 cases
March 14: 2,216 cases
March 15: 2,885 cases
March 16: 3,616 cases
March 17: 4,475 cases
TODAY/March 18: 7,100 cases and climbing
Around the world, there is panic, shortage and social distancing from friends and love ones. I have no one here but the kids and as an introvert, I'm okay with staying home days and weeks at a time without another person. I also have an immunocompromised child, so my perspective of this virus is a lot different than most.
I started homeschooling Monday and our days change, depending on the mental needs of both mom and child. She's not going to learn, if I force her to sit and do worksheets daily. Monday, we covered Women's History month and learned about the first women trailblazers like Amelia Earhart, Jackie Joyner-Kersee (first woman to win gold in ‘88 Olympics Heptathlon - fun fact, I shared with Ellie that Jackie has severe asthma and was still able to overcome that to be one of the greatest athletes) and Junko Tabei (first woman to reach the summit of Mt Everest). We did some reading and yoga.
Yesterday, we did more reading and math. Today, I just let her write and create more stop-action movies because I need time to recover from the whiplash. I don't know what will happen. And maybe that's a reminder for all of us stuck in a routine, huddled in our devices and living life on autopilot in the days before corona.
We've never known what was going to happen. We've always pretended to by making sure our entire minute of our lives are occupied. Maybe the Universe has had enough - I mean, look at the differences in carbon emissions and polution in China when they were on lockdown! Maybe the Universe is saying, stop. Breathe. This life isn't about you.
This moment isn't about you.
Maybe it's been screaming at us for a while and it took something as microscopic as a virus to grind our world to a halt.
Well, Universe. I'm listening. And I don't know what to do but write.
write. pray. drink coffee and pray that we find some semblance of normalcy
just a mama