Practical Tips from a Work-From-Home Mom
I have worked from home for about six years now, beginning in the summer between my daughter’s first and second grade years. So, when I made the transition to working from home, not only did I have no idea what I was doing or how to find my new normal, school was out.
As more organizations and school systems move quickly to remote working and learning, my experiences — and lessons learned along the way — seem particularly relevant to pass along to my fellow parents.
Fortunately or unfortunately, there is no right answer. But there are some things you can do over the next few days to help everyone get closer to a new routine that works. …
March 19. It was a Tuesday.
I can’t decide if this date will be emblazoned in my memory or if it will blur into the background of time. I can’t decide if I should mark it, commemorate it, celebrate the day she began to get better, or if doing so falsely creates a Before and an After that only exists in our minds and that doesn’t seem particularly useful.
I do know that before we left the parking lot at the pediatrician’s office that day to drive to the hospital, still weepy, my daughter asked, “What is today?”
I didn’t really know anything about diabetes before. I knew there were two types, and I knew that you could develop diabetes as a result of lifestyle choices, like eating poorly and not exercising. I knew that insulin may or may not be involved and that signs in doctor’s offices said to remove your shoes and socks if you were diabetic. That’s about it. I certainly didn’t know what kinds of symptoms to look out for, which meant that many of the warning signs in my daughter’s condition went unheeded, though not unnoticed. …
My grandfather’s 92nd birthday was dissonant. It felt routine but had, also, a nagging urgency.
If it had been a song, the bass line would have a subtle, resonant pulse, like something ancient tugging you into its rhythm. But its melody mundane.
Mundane in a comforting sort of way — the way a pop song from your high school years is pleasant if only for its unsurprising familiarity. And the carefree feeling of when the simplicity of that was always enough.
There were no big surprises, no elaborate planning effort. It was simply a group of proximal people doing their best on a week night to pause and say, “We love you.” …