How did we make it through this year? So many people have suffered or died or been kept apart from family and friends who were suffering and dying.
I’m not sure I’ve ever spent a Thanksgiving and a Christmas away from my family. This year we did.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt compelled to learn about anti-racism and really try to deepen the limited knowledge I have of it. This year I’ve read more and thought more and tried to teach my kids about what I’ve read and thought. I’ve joined a discussion group that reads and considers various articles and papers written about race relations in my professional field. This year I’ve had troubling conversations about race and white supremacy, much of the time with extended family.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so alone while being in the same room as all of my immediate family members. Facilitating distance learning is difficult. Assembling a makeshift gap year curriculum for my five-year-old is annoying and it makes me sad. Chasing my infant around the house while doing both of those things is exhausting.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so much as I have this year.
Of course there were many, many happy happenings in our household. But today, right now, I’m acknowledging the hard.
And we made it.