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Day 72: Is it over yet? Or…should we or shouldn’t we?

Video shows crowded pool party in Missouri

How was your Memorial Day?

Here in NJ, the beaches were open, and Governor Murphy made a last minute decree that groups of twenty-five could gather outside, if the individuals practiced social distancing. And of course, masks are strongly encouraged.

To give some context, we have nine million residents in NJ. There have been a little over 11, 330 deaths. 156, 628 people in the state have had Covid 19. But the number of deaths is dropping, as well as the number of hospitalizations.

You can feel a change. There are more people on the roads. My local grocery store is less crowded, but the Home Depot is more crowded. I have glimpsed gatherings on all sides of us. And we have had our own outdoors social distancing gathering too.

That might shock some.

But the truth is our mental health needed it. And for those few hours, life felt almost “normal”, the way it used to.

This is especially true for my son. Just the other night we spoke about his Covid anxieties, which are largely driven by wearing a mask, and glimpses of news coverage on the television. His eyes had grown dark bags, and his complexion was pale. Too many hours indoors, and too much screen time, for which I kinda blame myself, except…it is the only social interaction he gets. His Tweenish self was often grumpy or downright distraught.

This weekend, that changed. He had a bike ride with a friend. Six feet apart. Another friend came over to swim in our “ghetto pool”, an inflated monstrosity that just allows you to get wet, but you can float in it. He went to another friend’s house to play outside and ride bikes.

And I know that there are those who are thinking “WTF. Are you crazy?” Maybe. But gone are the black bags under his eyes. He slept better over the weekend than he has in months. He is smiling again.

And I did too.

Parenting in the time of Covid may be the hardest. How do you know what is best? Yes, you can keep your munchkin locked up for the next God knows how long, or you can loosen the rules a bit and practice social distancing. With summer camps being canceled, and kids having nothing to do, each of us has to make some tough decisions.

Forget summer. I’ve been thinking a lot about September and what that will look like. One thing is for sure, with our overcrowded schools everyone can’t attend at the same time and practice the social distancing rules. We are going to need more than one mental health expert in our schools. Academics needs to take a back seat. Kids don’t learn when they are stressed. And Covid 19 has stressed many of them to the point of breaking.

In the meantime, I write on our calendar the names of the kids our son has been in contact with. We only allow one kid to come over at a time, and right now, it looks like we might have four possibilities throughout the summer. I cleaned the bathroom after the one child came in and used it. I Clorox wiped the kitchen too…just in case. And I Lysoled the outside furniture enough to scare off the bugs.

My kid has been to Petco once since the pandemic began. Today I took him for ice cream. And that made him twitch.

There were only a handful of new cases in our county today. And as long as this seems to be the trend, we will continue to provide opportunities for him to hang out responsibly with his friends. This necessitates delicate conversations to establish the other families’ comfort. A few have said okay. Some have said “let’s wait”. It’s only May. I hope we will see most of them before the summer ends.

But if things should get bad again. We will lock our doors and pull up the drawbridge to our mote…just kidding. But we will retreat to our rooms and devices and wait, hugging each other until happier days arrive.

Namaste

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Day 28: How’s your kid? Are you sure?

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It was back to work for me today.  I pulled my school bag, textbooks, laptop, pens, novels, notebooks etc.. back to the kitchen island and set up shop.  Outside the wind was howling and the rain pelted the house.  All I wanted to do was to go back to bed.

DH was working too.

But my munchkin had the day off.  He gobbled some raisins and grabbed his Ipad and controller.  Off he went to join some friends in a Mine Craft world.

I watched him, sipped some coffee, and opened my email.  The first one was from a student who has Covid 19.  His family has it too.  The next one was from a student who is “not feeling well” and emotionally drained.  A little later, I got one saying she couldn’t do her paper two weeks ago because her mom has breast cancer.

I teach juniors.  They should be worrying about SATs and maybe prom.  Instead, they are at home alone.  For some, it is devastating.

Today I spent hours making fun looking slide shows and adding what I hope my Ss will think are cool videos.  I agonized over what I was asking them to do.  Is it too little?  Is it too much?  What about “the curriculum”?

Tonight, emotionally drained, I opened an email from Munchkin’s district.  It is clear that the focus for him will be his health.  The superintendent spelled it out. This made me smile.

But then I thought about Munchkin’s friends’ parents who have complained that their kid is “falling behind” and maybe they should consider private school.  Some wonder why school isn’t taking seven hours a day.  Or why is the teacher not teaching during their regular period via zoom.

Munchkin is eleven, going on twelve.  He is a sixth grader.  Each night since this started,  he asks that I tuck him in and stay a bit.

“Don’t you want to go back to school?” I asked tonight.

“No, Mom.  The kids are jerks.”

“So you’re happy you’re home.”  I said.

He nodded his head.

“Does this whole thing still make you nervous?”

He turned and looked at me. “Yes.  My stomach gets upset.”

I share this with you dear reader, because I didn’t know how much the pandemic was affecting him.  He seemed okay during the day.  There was only one night he complained of nightmares, and I thought it was because he had been playing video games too late.  I was taken aback as I looked in his eyes and saw FEAR.  Real FEAR.

So I stayed a little longer and counted aloud our blessings.  And then I hugged him tight.

We are living in the upsidedowninsideout.  Check in with your own kids.  Maybe things seem fine, and then they might surprise you.  We are in our fifth week at home in NJ.  This isn’t fun or novel anymore.  Desperation is leaking into our shored up lives.  Hug your kid, no matter how old.

They probably need it, and so do you.

Namaste