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Mothering For the Long Haul

I get the feeling that in the old days, people had kids to add more hands to the labor pool. The more bodies, the better to help plant, pick, and pickle. And yes, they were all jammed into small cabins on the prairie or in the hollow much like we are today. Welcome to our ancestral American Roots where you were lucky if you survived bizarre daily accidents and went on to procreate yourself. Mothering for the long haul on Shalavee.com

Fast forward to modern day 2020 and we have all been reduced to huddling in our prairie huts with our families riding out the viral storm, living the past in the present Laura Ingalls Wilder style.. This occasion gives the thinkers like me time to stop and consider who we are and what we think. And what I discovered about myself is that I am foremost, a mother. The well-being of my children physically and mentally is at the top of my everyday priority list. Yes it’s nice if they can haul in the groceries and unload the dishwasher but their mere existence is joy enough for me.Mothering for the long haul on Shalavee.com

So in the first couple weeks of our lock in, I was acting much like I did when we would take them as young children to the beach for a couple overnights. I’d end up worrying all night about if they were getting enough sleep and I’d get no sleep while they’d sleep like the babies they were. 

These first couple weeks of seclusion, I wanted to help my daughter to feel safe. I wanted to be there for her and lighten her load and not add to it. As Moms around the world were doing, I was thinking of the children first. Because I understand this better. Because I remember what it was like to not have my feelings be prioritized. Because I esteem them so that they will esteem them.Mothering for the long haul on Shalavee.com

But I also learned that they needed to grieve for the loss of their normal. They eventually would grieve in their own time and their own ways and I had to step back and be present and allow for this to happen. I can not take away their pain. They are entitled to it. It is theirs. But they also turned to me to feel safe to feel this grief. And that’s truly all we can do for our family and our friends, just witness all the craziness with them and know that soon, this will all be a nightmare.

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There is More to Say in Silence

People have commented how they have heard the birds chirping more recently. I think the birds are chirping the same as they ever do but we’ve slowed our busy selves down enough to hear them. This pandemic is indeed causing a jarring shut down yet I understand that once you’ve stopped fighting the change, you start to become mindful of the silence. It’s a forced meditation.

I believe our overall society is too distracted from what truly matters. We would rather run away than just be with ourselves. We sit in the same room as our loved ones and escape through TV’s and headphones and devices. The family is endured but not necessarily enjoyed.

Because my husband and I are non-traditional age parents (old people with kids), we are in a better place to understand what a joy we have while it lasts with these children. I am always mindful of what they are experiencing and doing, always witnessing and recording their lives for them for later. And I can say that this forced time together has brought us closer in many ways I didn’t foresee.

Family values are about respecting ourselves and the choices we made to become parents. Parenting is about doing the best for them as well as for ourselves. And somehow, I think this quarantine and less busyness can be seen as a good thing if we take the time to listen in the silence to what our souls are asking us to hear. That we can respect ourselves, our boundaries, others’ boundaries, and still be in relationship to one another. In fact, we can take this opportunity to tell the truths we may not have heard over the din of the former “progress” we were making.

What do you hear now that the world has slowed to a halt? What do you realize you can not do without?

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Family Time and the Coronacation

In many ways, this forced isolation has expanded my heart. The persistent time spent with my family, and they with each other, has changed us. Where before we were all living our own busy lives, suddenly we are living together.

And seeing each other in a deeper way. We are building trust funds between one another. There have been a few more “I love you’s” than usual.Family Time and the Coronacation on Shalavee.com

One of my most concerted goals with creating a family, has to been to consciously create a closeness between my kids. To foster their connection that will be more important as Mark and I age. We are older aged parents so we might not be around as long in their lives as our parents have been. And no one is allowed to complain about your parents but your siblings.

On the flip side, having suddenly had all of one’s daily routine sucked away leaves small and large people questioning authority and feeling a little claustrophobic. Fiona’s self image so relies on her friends who’s she’s not allowed to see. Duty and demands have replaced my alone and creative time and I’m a little twitchy to say the least.Family Time and the Coronacation on Shalavee.com

Lastly, I watch and listen to my friends and family as they fret over what they can not control. Anxieties and not enoughness are scarring and scaring them and there is nothing I can do to help except keep my humor, keep the news out of my house, and continue to create joy and food for my family.

I will always twitch when I hear the words “self-distancing”. There is such a thing as too much information. And my heart bleeds for the people who have lost loved ones from this illness. We are responsible to each other as humans without this reminder.

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Our First Weekend of Viral Staycation

As you know, we here on the Eastern Seaboard of the USA are in a two week lockdown for the rest of the month of March in an attempt to keep the Covid 19 virus from taking out our feeble dear ones. I’m good with all of the restrictions and not feeling terribly worried about myself catching this. I just have to run my household for these two weeks without losing my mind.

So in an attempt to record this time, I thought to post my captivity pictures, which don’t look too much differently from a regular weekend off of school.

I hope you are all keeping yourselves happily occupied during your self-imposed distancing. The suggested activities to hold your anxiety at bay are Creativity, Cozying and Curling up, and Communing. As you can see, we are actively doing those here at my house. Click on a picture to scroll through them. 

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Monday Gratitude Journal Post

I feel so fortunate this week. Let me name you the reasons why.

  • My blog is on it’s way to being a big girl’s site. Read about how I was feeling in February.
  • I created beautiful pictures that I am proud of and are so ME to use in the redesign.
  • I wrote and edited the heck out of a piece for International Women’s Day on self-bullying that was the best I could write. It’ll be published on another site to link back to me! That’s what bloggers do, you see.
  • My anxiety is at bay. No more swirling vortex episodes in over a year.
  • I am hosting a creativity challenge and am so happy to be in community with all these lovely people! I am a rich woman in my soul.
  • My daughter Fiona is turning 7 this week. She is happy and beautiful and a blessing to everyone she meets.
  • My son is so talented and engaged in using his talents, it’s all I ever want for kids his age, especially him.
  • I am moving forward, not stalled and frozen, in so many ways.

That concludes my Monday gratitude journal post. I hope everyone is feeling the hope of Spring or Fall in your own worlds. And you sleep well this evening.

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