Unprecedented global changes, new norms, and hashtags that will forever imprint social media with the memories, stories, and statistics that will be told for generations and fill history books across the entire world. No, we’re not going to forget 2020; surviving a global pandemic while under lockdown in Nepal. Who could have imagined that this is where any of us would be. As the days have rolled by and faded one into another, and people have grown weary of the restrictions and restraints… more than what movies they saw in 2010, or what year we went to this museum or that theme park, and even if the virus hasn’t gravely hit close to home, we’re all going to remember what transpired during this season of lockdown and social distancing.
In my home…
We’ll remember the isolation. Though we entertained a dinner party the very evening before our regulations were announced, the doors to our abode have been shut for the much greater portion of the last 42 days. We’ve bent the rules here and there, but to the chagrin of our overwhelmingly extroverted family, we’ve complied with social distancing and most of our face to face interaction has come to a halt. Somedays have been glorious. And on others; It’s not been easy for the kids to remember that the entire world is in the same boat. Navigating teenage angst, pre-teen hormones, and the quirks and annoyances of nine other bodies all hunkered down in the same space for an undetermined amount of time without reprieve; somedays the glory has been heavily veiled.
We’ll remember craft projects and gardening, TicTok dance parties in the living room, binge watching Netflix Originals, extra time with our HS graduate (for better or worse), Zoom parties and FaceTime chats, Machi Koro and Kyrah’s first game of Catan, praying together through sickness, push-up challenges and far to many cinnamon roll deliveries, rearranging the house just short of a zillion times, studying Hebrews, and hours in the kitchen attempting to master Nepali cuisine and improvising comforting family favorites from the States… At some point, I realized that though our days might be atypical and our celebrations have been anomalous… this season is a gift.
We’ll remember canceled tickets; Plans of visitors revoked and aborted trips. It’s a peculiar occasion when you’ve declined the last evacuation flight to your country of origin. Not once have we feared the present, but if not grounded in the truth; “what-if” can plague thoughts and tempt worry.
Today, as the promise of lockdown ease persists, and the number of COVID cases in this country timidly rises; the unfolding of days to come is vague, but life remains sweet and full and challenging… and I will cherish these simpler days and value the lessons we’re learning and the time we have together. For me, it’s a precious season easing into the beginning of launching our kiddos (one every-other year from here on out).