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Tell me your kids are in lockdown without telling me your kids are in lockdown.
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Last year in this pandemic I felt resilient, I saw all the silver linings, I celebrated the way restrictions breed creativity, I felt hope, fear didn’t grip me, I was resting in trust.
This time it’s not the same.
I still trust, but also….
I feel the grief.
I feel the loss.
I feel the uncertainty.
I’m tired of having to view other people as a potential danger. I’m tired of living with our guards up.
I’m sharing this in case you feel it too.
Meanwhile my 5 year old uses mattresses to create her own daily fun & it’s so good for my heart to see the joy that comes from only thinking about the moment you are in.
I’m working my way back to a heart that rests in the moment like a child who can’t go to playgrounds & simply thinks of a way to build their own.