My daughter and I have unwittingly developed a bit of a routine. Every evening I get home from work and say ‘Hi, how was your day? Her reply ‘Good, we did blah blah at school…..’ Then ‘how many cases?’ and I rattle off the Covid statistics that have been announced during that day. She then comments either in a positive or negative way depending on the days figures and we carry on with our evening.
Sometimes it makes me giggle to think about what we would have thought if we’d heard ourselves ask this 12 months ago. How many cases?…….. Suitcases? (wouldn’t that be lovely?)……. number of clients I did at work?……. flu?……… winter vomiting bug?……… We certainly never would have imagined where we are today and the impact it has had on our lives.
I wonder whether we should keep having this conversation because I am finding it mighty repetitive and boring. But, I know in some crazy way she finds comfort in it. Probably because more often than not, the statistics remind her how lucky we are to live where we do. It reinforces her feeling of safety. It is a new routine and we all find solace in routine.
Life as a parent is all about routine. Get up, pack school lunches, get them to school, go to work, come home, have a chat about coronavirus, cook dinner, badger them to do homework, watch TV, go the bed. Wake up and repeat.
For kids this is stability, but for parents it is beginning to feel a bit like ground hog day! There still seems little hope on the horizon in terms of exotic holidays to look forward to…… 2022?