PARENTING IN LOCKDOWN BY NATALIE REEVES BILLING
Parenting in a lockdown:
If I, (or anyone else, for that matter) thought being a parent was tough before, I’m in no doubt about it now! At first, it seemed doable. We were going to have a short global pause, look after our youngsters for a while,‑ and juggle everything around them. But four months later, the strain is undoubtedly taking its toll. Suddenly, we are housekeepers, teachers, hairdressers, nurses, gardeners, and plumbers, alongside other roles we were barely managing before. I’m beginning to realise how much I’ve changed as a mum. I’m actually a superhero. Someone I would be proud to know. I’m capable, confident, and savvy. When the world returns, I will be a master of time management, smashing everything that comes my way.
Free time is a thing of the past. We live on top of each other, one hand stirring milkshake, the other answering emails. Privacy is a luxury we can no longer afford; even the bathroom isn’t sacred anymore. I am more forgiving of others, as we’re all dropping the ball, messaging back the wrong person, bombing Zoom meetings in our underpants. If Lockdown has taught me one thing, it’s this. Let the small stuff slide. Your sanity depends on it!
Oh… and iPads rule
Parenting in a lockdown
The Home-schooling agenda:
Home-schooling began with the greatest intentions. I approached every day with a sense of optimism. I accepted that at least for now, my work would happen in the late afternoons and school right after breakfast. We stayed home and did our part, just as we were told. We helped keep the vulnerable safe, and ensure the next generation wasn’t made up entirely of socially stunted gamers. But by week five, I owed my life to Roblox.
Never again will I question the essential role our schools play in the happiness balance of life! Yes, I write children’s stories, but it is a different breed of person altogether that can train the ceaselessly curious, endlessly distracted minds of our youngest citizens.
Parenting in a lockdown
Like many, I worry about them falling behind. At first, I came at the problem with tables and charts, which may work for some, but for me, it created a monster. It changed Mummy from caregiving friend into a tyrannical teacher, a role not made for me. Eventually, I weighed up the pros and cons and chose happiness. Now, our flow is spont