Full time?
Part time?
In Class?
Online?
Indoors?
Outdoors?

What will school look like for Robert in the fall?

And what about the little kids?

Daycare?
Home care?
“Work From Home and Try to Care”?

What will happen?

What to do?

How to decide when the information is ever changing, and emotions oscillate from laissez-faire to une grande peur?

I know I’m not the only one who feels this weight – the weight of the unknown and uncertainty.

Somehow this is comforting.

It makes me feel less alone.

Questions swirl.

Am I giving enough of myself to my children?
To my husband?
My family?
My work?

And.. who am I? What is my identity? What is my role in the home and at work? This pandemic has scrambled my sense of self.

It’s a time for patience, yet my fuse seems so short some days.

I need empathy – both to give and to receive.
Is there enough to go around?

I wonder if dads feel the same weight moms do?

Do they worry all day long?

Do they worry about the impact Covid is having on their career and their ability to parent their children?

Thoughts are going a mile a minute.

Stop.

Breathe.

You’ve got this. Mama. You’ve got this.

I see you trying.
I see you struggling to make it through the day.
I see you rise.

You aren’t alone.

It might be hard. There may be so many unknowns. You have so many worries.

You aren’t alone.

I am there with you. I will walk with you.

Be kind to yourself.

You are a light in this world.

Shine on.