What Coronavirus Feels Like for a Stay-at-Home-Mom

The days just got a lot longer, but I feel like the team grew.

As you can tell from the whole travel blog thing, I’m not a homebody, at all. I used to feel like there was something wrong with me because I longed for travel, but I quickly realized that is part of what makes me, me. I thrive in a state of change, and staying at home can sometimes feel like a bad episode of Groundhog’s Day.

My journey to stay-at-home-mom was one with quite a bit of kicking and screaming involved, but now, I love it. I love it when we can go to the park, go hiking, take a mommy and me class or visit a local museum. I love it when we can stroll the aisles of Target together or go to a dear friend’s house for a playgroup.

Thanks to COVID-19, social distancing and self-quarantine, I’m learning to love this life in a whole new way. Now, we run around our backyard together, build makeshift obstacle courses with toys and lounge in our patio chairs until the last drop of sunshine disappears for the day. It is beautiful and exhausting and weird.

On the other side of this experience is my voyeur self watching newly appointed stay-at-home-moms and homeschoolers live out this new reality. The life we at-home moms live is not for the faint-hearted. We have to be all-in from the moment our eyes open until the moment they close. The running monologue inside our heads never stops, and it is cluttered with worry and fear and self-doubt.

My hat is off to working moms, don’t get me wrong. I have no idea how that all comes together without a whole lot of help and very little sleep.

It isn’t an us versus them debate. It is more about how we all have the opportunity to understand the mom across the street – stay-at-home, work-from-home, work-outside-the-home – mom life is not a joke. I’m just happy most of us in the mom club “get” each other a little better now.

Here’s hoping when all of this is over, we’ll be a little kinder to one another. We’ve all walked in each other’s shoes over the last few weeks, and they are seriously hard to fill, no matter where they’re taking us.


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