I was checking my diary. It’s now officially 7 months since our own little family lockdown started. Seven months, that’s a long time. Yes there have been some bleak and lonely periods. But we are still here. Still grinding onwards. That gives me hope.
With our son’s anxieties, with a pandemic showing no signs of ebbing, with increasingly random government – we just have no idea how long this family isolation will go on for. Possibly for many months to come.
Yet we have already survived 7 months. We have made some new memories. Still had fun times. Technology allowed friendships to flourish
We have more than just survived 7 months, did manage to live a bit as well. We can certainly cope with a few more months of this.