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It just dawned on me today that you’re graduating. One from 8th grade which is a big deal, and one, from high school, which is a very very big deal. And it’s not that I didn’t know, (this virgo is very on top of her schedule game), but it’s upon us. And I won’t be there to celebrate any of it. And that sucks. But y’all? Y’all are getting the shorter end of the stick in this scenario and that sucks even more. And here’s what I want to tell you about that.
Hey bunny. Well, we did it. We finished 3rd grade homeschool during the coronavirus pandemic in the year 2020. I know. It was a lot. Like a lot a lot. Even just this Monday I yelled at you for not applying yourself the way you should’ve because the year in review is a pain in the butt and clearly even I need a year in review in 3rd grade Math. It’s been tough. And obviously not easy at moments. But here’s what I want you to know today.
As the internet went out last night after the second wave of massive thunderstorms, and my 4 year old woke me up to wipe his nose, my insomnia conveniently decided to also creep back in. My mind raced in circles and I thought for sure I had met my limit. Covid-19 has changed us. 2020 has changed us. It’s ripped through us literally like the tornado that swept away half of our city in March. This mama is over it. We are all over it. But I can’t help but think of the reasoning behind it all. There’s a lesson. An explanation to all the madness. And as a mother, I can’t help but think God is winking at me right now showing me the way. And he knows, I’m different.
