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My Achy, Breaky Heart.

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This is hard. Isolation is not something we are used to. We thrive on community, neighbors, friends, co-workers, teachers, extended family. We love going to the gym, kid friendly places, the hair salon, the nail salon, local restaurants, the post office, school. We feed off the energy of others. It’s how we survive, really.

Plans have been trashed. Months have been cancelled. Calendars are desamated. Daily routines ripped wide open and through it all, hearts are broken. My heart is broken. Is yours?

My heart breaks for the college student, Senior year. The ones that are supposed to be making memories. That ones that are supposed to be at pep rally’s and final parties. You don’t get the end of your Senior year in college back.

My heart breaks for the bride. Painstaking details taken to ensure the perfect day. Months of hard work and planning slowed to a halt with the eager hope of rekindling.

Oh and the first time pregnant women. It’s just not fair. Not fair you will be robbed of the sweet bliss that comes from watching your newborn baby go from your arms to the protective ones of your partner. My heart breaks for you.

My heart breaks for the little ones. The ones that don’t really understand this. The school they are missing, the recitals, the performances that they worked so hard all year for. The friends they don’t get to ride bikes with…I want to scream at the top of my lungs for these kids. Set them free.

My heart breaks for the people that are 60 plus. The ones that are scared and alone. The ones watching the news over and over again waiting for a new outcome. The ones that long to hug their grandchildren but can’t.

My heart breaks for the small business owner. Dreams shattered in days. The scrambling and the shifting and the unknown.

A year ago, if someone said, ” You will soon be facing a global pandemic. You will not be able to leave your homes or see your loved ones for weeks, maybe months.” We would panic.

But yet here we are in the midst of a global pandemic shoved way down our throats and what are we doing? We are surviving. We are finding new ways to communicate, to love, to live.

My heart mends in the community that rallies around their most vulnerable.

My heart mends watching sibling bonds grow so strong.

My heart mends watching friends gather virtually. Dance lessons, virtually. Voice lessons, virtually. School lessons, virtually. Play dates, virtually.

My heart mends watching my kids get to see their Dad in the morning for breakfast and then again at 5pm dinner.

My heart mends with the rainbows. Mends in the wide open nature. Mends with the promise of the sun everyday and the steadiness of the earth.

Hearts break. Hearts mend. That’s the spirit of a heart. We are resilient. We hold on to the hope of the future. And we will be back.

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