Slowing down has been ironically pleasant. I listen to families suffering from this horrible virus and I cry. The news is a lot, the talk shows and now the commercials. All important reminders for how we should be working together to do our parts to slow down the spread, but slowing down my life has been pretty nice.
We no longer have little kids at home, for those of my friends who do, their lives are filled with 10 minute crafts, outside play and A LOT of additional hours to fill being playmate. I remember those days, both beautiful and exhausting.
Here’s what I wonder, when we go back to reality, will everyone just step onto the treadmill again, feeling like there is something to catch up on- like we are somehow behind? I hope not. I sincerely hope that more crafts are done and more outside time is enjoyed. The hours left might actually be able to celebrate all that we have instead of a competition filled, high stakes driven not good for kids or teachers society.
The irony of the virus being one that takes our breath away, but we actually might having an opportunity to catch our collective breath.