I haven’t written much about COVID and the difference in our lives this past year. I haven’t had it but know dozens of people who have had it and a few who have died from it. I have many friends who are Healthcare Heros and are still giving 150% of themselves daily to take care of the sick and dying. I got my first vaccination yesterday at Thrift Town Pharmacy! Yes, I am that old!!!
A friend shared this on Facebook and it touched my heart so I am sharing it here with you. So many lives are different now than they were a year ago. This story is about the littlest among us whose lives have been greatly affected and deserve recognition.
I’ve lost a year with my kids battling over school, and I’m done.
My seven-year-old and I were in the midst of our usual asynchronous day battle. I had his writing homework in my hand from school. He’d written several full, well-thought-out sentences.
But he won’t do the same for me, at least not without a fight.
I told him he didn’t have to write about his best day like his teacher asked, he could write about his worst. He could write about whatever he wanted as long as he wrote a few sentences.
He said he’d get in trouble. He said he was doing a bad job in first grade. He was on the brink of tears but didn’t know why.
And it hit me.
Instead of getting frustrated and pushing the assignment, I sat down with him at his desk in his superhero bedroom.
I said “you won’t get in trouble and you can’t fail first grade. In fact, you’re kind of a superhero yourself.”
He sat up in his chair just a little and looked at me with disbelief.
I said, “Do you know that no kids in the history of kids have ever had to do what you’re doing right now? No kids in the history of kids have ever had to do school at home, sitting in their bedroom, watching their teacher on a computer. You and your friends are making history.”
A visible weight lifted from his seven-year-old shoulders, “What does that mean?”
I told him it means I haven’t given him nearly enough credit for rolling with the punches. I told him how proud I am of him and his friends. That kids this year are doing the impossible and they’re doing a really great job.
I apologized for not saying it sooner and more often. A little tear fell down his cheek.
We’ve thanked everyone from healthcare workers to grocery store employees but we haven’t thanked the kids enough for bearing the burden of what we’ve put on their shoulders this year.
We’ve said kids are resilient, and they are. But they are the real superheroes in this whole scenario for having ZERO say in their lives but doing their best to adjust every day.
We closed his school-issued laptop and spent the rest of the day playing. This was supposed to be temporary and here we are a year later still trying to hold our head above water.
This is our home and I won’t turn it into a battleground anymore over something we can’t control. Something that no longer makes sense.
I don’t have any little ones living with me to see the struggles they have gone through. Most of my grandchildren are homeschooled so their lives haven’t been affected nearly like these precious children who are used to going to sit in a classroom. This article woke me up to what’s been going on that I don’t see. I hope if you haven’t seen it like me or if you are the parent dealing with this with your child it may awaken something that may help your child deal with this very unusual event in a softer, more gentle way.
Have a Blessed weekend and enjoy this sunshine we are having right now!