As you know, we left NYC in a hurry. I also wasn’t interested in packing my pretty dresses and fancy shoes for two reasons. I wanted to be comfortable and we also just didn’t have the space. Every spare inch of the car was stuffed with valuable food that we would need for our 14 day quarantine. Working in the field of social justice means I’ve amassed an impressive array of statement sweatshirts and working from home means I’ve amassed an equally impressive array of sweatpants. The Christmas socks are just because. This sweatshirt was from a collab Women’s March did with Gilt.com a few years ago. It has served me well over the years and is super comfy. So let’s be honest now. I haven’t worn makeup in weeks. My daily hair regime involves rubbing Morroccan oil into my scalp because it’s been falling out (more on that in another post) and brushing it into a high bun. And I’ve packed one pair of old sneakers and it isn’t my crisp white Vejas. That’s it. This is my daily look. Oh how the mighty have fallen is a phrase that comes to mind here. It is what it is. Sorry to that man. This is the best I’ve got.
My son. My darling 5 year old. My independent, mouthy, gregarious little boy. The kid who only remembers he has a mom when it’s time for food or bedtime. The one was only allows cuddles in the night when he wants to sleep. We’ve been quarantining for about 3 weeks now and the changes in his behavior are marked. So today, I’m going to share about how things are going with him.
In the past few weeks, our lives have changed in major ways. We are in the midst of a global pandemic because of the coronavirus. After a series of unfortunate incidents concerning my kids and privacy online, I had stopped blogging a while ago. In light of these new changes in our lives and the fact that we are living through a pandemic, I’ve made the decision to return to blogging for various reasons. Firstly, I want to maintain a record of some sort for the kids of what life was like for us during this time. If we are blessed enough to live through this, I want them to take note of all of it, the emotional moments, the hard moments, the seemingly impossible moments and also the joyful moments, the moments we won’t forget. Another hope I have in doing this is that other parents may read it and not feel quite so alone in their struggles. We’re over-saturated with online offerings of ways to keep our kids entertained and educated. We’re doing almost none of it and I’ll talk about why. I’ll also talk about the different journeys with my 7 month old daughter and 5 year old son and how we are attempting to, fighting, trying really hard to keep their lives stable and loving and gentle. I also have been finding solace in writing, again, after a period of feeling like my voice was not quite my own because of the public nature of my work over the last few years. So I am blogging for my kids, for you but also for my own personal healing. Hope it brings you a little slice of peace.
Adam and I are both in love with New York in what can only be described as bordering on dysfunctional. We love the pulse of the city. We love Brooklyn. We love our friends, our synagogue, our community. It’s where we both came into our own as adults. I came straight from Trinidad to NYC in 2001 and have never lived anywhere else. NYC holds immense joy, pain, sadness, meaning and love for both of us and we are deeply connected to it.
Yesterday, we made the decision to leave. Here’s why.