Quarantine - Week 3

It's March 28th, 2020. Anja, you turned 13 yesterday. The glaze of the COVD-19 pandemic is heavy and we really had to be creative when it came to celebrating you. You were really disappointed in the morning. Even shed a few tears about it. I told you that it's okay to feel disappointed and that I was sorry. Even though it's a global issue that is out of my hands, I couldn't help feeling a little maternal guilt. 

Quinny, during the first week of the stay at home order, I asked you each to write down some feelings about all of this and you wrote that you were okay with it and that you have been sick and might have coronavirus and that you were okay with that because it might make you immune to it later. Ultimate optimism. 

Both of you are downstairs right now, giggling and jabbering back and forth and while we're all feeling a little stir crazy, there is a quiet peace about all of this. I know we're not alone in the fear and everyday tension. But the new home culture it is creating for many is a warm, quiet, enclosed embrace of having your very closest people as the only ones we interact with in person. It is eery but somehow, comforting as well.

I now know that this is the event that will define you as humans. As you grow up in the new culture of social distancing and increased awareness of the impact one person can have on so many, yourselves included, I believe you will become stronger, more globally aware, more humble, self-driven people. That is my wish. 

I love you both...

- Mom