“It’s been a while…”

“Hey.” They said shyly.

“Hey.” It almost a whisper.

“It’s been a while…How’ve you been?” Please please please connect with me. It’s lonely in my head.

“Alright, you?” Sigh.

“Well. Let me tell you…”

No, this is not the intro to a lost romance renewed story. Though…*scribbles in notebook* that’s not such a bad opening. Sure it’s been used before, but don’t fix what isn’t broken, right?

Well here’s the first post. You’ve found it. Me. Nothing special. I’ve decided to start anew with this page and take a stab at moving myself away from the formal and loosening up a bit. I am a pretty closed off person and I do not intend to gush on my family here (though there’s really no telling). I need an outlet, do you? There are a ton of mom blogs, dad blogs, parent and parenting blogs. There are a million this is me, slice-of-life blogs. There’s nothing special here but connecting. If you wanna connect anonymously–cool. If you wanna share you–cool. If you wanna lurk in the shadows–creepy, but you do you, just don’t hurt anyone.

I’m not going to make a plan. I’m just going to do. So here’s to doing.

Today, I put on makeup. Not cosplay makeup either. Real, big-girl stuff. Probably should wash the brushes. There was a Virtual Open House for the new school year and I wanted to make a good impression. Not that impressions matter anymore? We’re all just flying by the seat of our pants. It was different though and we need to set a different tone for the school days. My kids need to see the difference between how we’ve been running the household since March and the new reality of school.

I was and am pro-virtual (which is such a weird thing to say). I am grateful for the public school system getting something together and working with them to educate our kids. I am privileged. I have been an at-home parent for three years now. I have the time to sit with my kid and watch them learn. I have no judgment. Everyone’s situation is different. There is no box to hold them all. What we can hope for is that we all come out of this with a few things.

— Appreciation for the educators who take us by the hand and guide us through. We are sheep who went to primary or secondary school quite a while ago and sending our kids to them was a blessing. Let’s be grateful for those who went and got educated how to teach and for those who were born with the capacity to love our children.

— Patience with the teachers. Patience with our kids. Patience with ourselves. It has been a long freaking time since I was in K-12. This is no easier for them than it is for me. My daughter looked at me and said, “I don’t know what this is. What we’re doing.” Me neither baby. Lets fake it ’til we make it.

— Understanding of one another. This one is super important. I think we need to connect with other humans (and I am a big ole introvert over here). We lose our minds if we don’t see, hear, and feel the presence of others. Start thinking scary things. So, with patience, let’s hope we come out of this with a better understanding of each other.

I am pretty sure someone saw me in my blue dress, makeup on, hair in a specific place and wondered what the hell I was doing at 9:00am on a Thursday looking like I was headed to a job interview. Me too. I might have overdone it. But, what I was doing was trying to make that meeting feel different from the slog. There is so much weight we’re carrying and if anything I was (hopefully) telling the teacher that I care just as much as she does. I certainly could have done this from my bed, I am nursing a broken shin, but I needed to do this for me. For my kid. She put on clothes and we got to pretend we were somewhere else for thirty minutes.

Not a bad way to start the day.


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