As the numbers of cases rise in our area, I am a little scared. This prolonged surreal spilt of am I worrying enough/am I worrying too much is wearing all of us down.
We are choosing to keep Tate home for now. The risk of going back to gymnastics just doesn’t make sense right now. How long does this virus live in a chalk bucket? A porous gym floor can’t really be disinfected, as much as we would like to wish it could. It has been so hard to tell her no. It doesn’t matter that the gym is opening today, you can’t go. We love you. We know you miss your friends and your coaches, we miss them too.
Mentally preparing next year’s Varsity players is good, but what are we preparing them for? Can you see social distancing happening in a dog pile on the football field? Ok boys, hold your breath through each play, no more huddles, spread out.
I applaud the coaches trying to keep teams who haven’t seen each other in months together. Gyms who hold online conditioning sessions have my heart. It’s amazing for my kids to see their people. To try to keep some of the “normal” in their day.
For now I will keep praying for the researchers, doctors, nurses and front line. Also praying for the other Mamas who walk the fine line between trying to comfort with “next school year with be so much better” and “I don’t want you to be surprised if there isn’t a football/gymnastics season this year”.
Washing my hands, trying to be considerate of everyone’s space when we do go out and about. Missing a lot of the things that we all used to take for granted. Until we get to sit on hard bleachers, drive too far for meets, cheer til we lose our voices, sit with the Village, get after game Big Man Squad pics and hug the girls as they leave practice we will just keep on keeping on.
