We’re about six weeks in now, to our new home routine. We have our daily schedule for getting our work done for the Basilica, school work done with our kindergartener, getting outside, nap times (for our two year old, not us!), meals, the daily activities of family life. We have had a daily schedule posted like so many families, which most days is more of an indictment of our parenting and homeschooling skills rather than an organized plan for the day. I’ve found, like many, that most of our days really come down to about an hour at a time at most.
One hour I’m beginning the day thinking of those I know who are ill, or are not working, or just struggling with all that’s going on.
A bit later I’m wondering if a kindergartener could actually fail at distance learning?
Another hour I’m on my third scheduled Zoom meeting of the day.
Then I realize I missed the second scheduled Zoom meeting of the day (sorry Learning team).
One hour I’m explaining that we only have so many pairs of pink toddler pants to wear, and that black is the new spring color for two year olds.
Another hour I am so impressed by the way young adults support each other as they navigate this unprecedented time in different ways.
Then I’m saddened by another engaged couple emailing about the need to reschedule their upcoming wedding, having to completely re-think their special day.
Then I find myself reaching simultaneously with my wife for the iPad, to sign in to one more meeting, each of us assuming that the other one was going to watch the children for a bit. Communication is indeed a life long practice in marriage!
Finally I wonder if I’ve done enough to support my family, church and those in need that day. Most days end wondering when we can get back to normal, and asking where God is in all of this. Of course, I know that God promised to be with us, most especially with those who are hurting, but many days I can’t make much sense of this. And I take solace that in the very first “Easter season,” most of the disciples did not really understand what was happening either. What would their future be like? What were they to make of all that had occurred? What would happen to them, to those they loved? And in the midst of all that, Jesus came and offered his wisdom, peace and very self in breaking open the scriptures and sharing the bread. May we continue to share this goodness with each other in this season of resurrection, even as we struggle through this most difficult time.