March 1 feels like so long ago.
I was consumed in placing new slicers with Welcome Wagon volunteers, finishing up the preparations for the PARP committee I was co-leading, and planning my daughter's 7th birthday parties. I knew report cards were approaching too. March is always a fast-paced, super-packed month where I feel like I am running a marathon.
Suddenly, everything has come to a grinding halt.
With PARP mostly over, my daughter's 7th birthday celebrated, report cards still remain....but suddenly I have a lot of time to finish them. School is closed here for 2 weeks, with many suspecting it will be longer. All our activities have stopped- no sports, no clubs, no religion, no ice skating lessons, no parties. Long days of being home stretch ahead.
The marathon is over and I am left feeling breathless anyway.
I don't know what to expect. I don't know who will get sick. I am scared for all of us. I am sad not to see my students. I am relieved to not be surrounded by germs. I am glad for the time with my children but sad they will miss their regular life, their teachers, their friends, their activities.
I guess we take this one day at a time and do our part to stop the spread of this frightening illness.
Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski