When Addie is sitting and playing, I look at her and a million things run through her head. She’s definitely a sheltered child in so many ways. She is being raised by her mom and dad, with both of them living in the same home. I’m not putting down parents who are not together – I went through a divorce, raised Chad as a single mom for a few years, then we had the “blended family”. I’m sure for some that term applies but sometimes this family felt about as blended as oil and water and it was not always easy.
Addie has two sets of grandparents who love her dearly and want to spend time with her. Her life is good.
Yesterday we were in the sewing room and she had the sewing chairs lined up so I couldn’t get past them and she said “What’s the magic word?” I thought of all the “magic” words I could think of and then I said “I give up! You win! What’s the magic word?” She said “It’s QUARANTINE!
That hit me like a load of bricks. A 7 year old child knows the word quarantine. That should not happen! That should not be a word in her vocabulary!
Quarantine is a word I wish we had never had to become familiar with – a word that affects us almost daily – young children all the way to the oldest among us.
We are the lucky ones. Even though I have friends who have been sick, and two friends who have lost their spouse to the virus, we haven’t been directly affected – at least yet and I am thankful for that.