It’s been more than 150 days since COVID-19 turned our world upside down. School was delayed. School closed. Work was put on halt. Restaurants closed. Stores locked their doors. Time stood still for a brief moment.
I’ve chosen to not live in fear of what might or might not happen when it comes to the Corona virus. And our summer has been ridiculously happy and worry-free because of this decision.
Don’t get me wrong. Although I am not paranoid, we have taken precautions – masks, hand-washing, Clorox wiping, and Lysol sprays galore.
We’re following the rules, but we’re not letting Covid bring us down.
Thriving Not Just Surviving
Shelter in place started for us on St. Patrick’s Day. We didn’t just survive the lock-down. We thrived.
In the last 21 weeks we had the time to do all the things – spend hours outside, swim, swim, and swim some more. We take daily walks, craft, explore. We nap and we read and we do laundry – together. We laughed a lot more. We learned new things individually and about each other.
Don’t misunderstand. We fought a lot too. And we got sick of seeing each other’s faces now and again. But, we’re still here. Living life to the fullest.
It’s a word I have used often since the triplets were born 10 weeks premature. They survived. They thrived. My husband and I survived. We thrived. And we’re still at it 7 years later."It's time for us to more than just survive. We were made to thrive." -Casting Crowns Click To Tweet
I’m still not sugar-coating what is going on with our world. The kids ask less questions these days. When they do – I still answer honestly.
As much as it hurts to say this (because life shouldn’t have to be this way), they’ve become accustomed to masks. Putting them on has become second nature. Washing hands, social distancing, and not touching anything while we are away from home is embedded in their little minds.
We do go out often. We eat out and we shop. We even vacationed during a global pandemic and had an amazing time.
Again, I cannot live my life in fear of the unknown. My decision to do these things wasn’t taken lightly. We thought about it, talked about it, and prayed about it. And when we were ready and comfortable and our shelter in place was lifted, my husband and I ventured out. It was weeks later before we took the kids anywhere.
Five months later and I’m still parenting in the time of Corona Virus. Some days are amazing and some suck. Some days I’m killin’ it and some days I’m the worst. Some days the kids are wonderful and some days they are anything but.
I mentioned “Life After Covid” in my March post when all of this began. Now, I’m not sure there will be an after. Even when it’s gone it will still be here – in our memories, in our history books, in the stories we tell our grandchildren.
Life will never be the same, but my love for these kiddos of mine will remain the same – strong, unending, and ever-lasting. Unchanged.