My son went to bed yesterday after he had actually a very beautiful day – in the morning he wrote a letter to his parents, his first one, with two sentences, we were baking Carrot Muffin and made a sneaky peak visiting his grandparents. Not really a visit, we are allowed due to Corona to move in between our plots. His Grandma was super happy, she was nearly crying when she received the letter signed with I love you and a drawing of a beautiful house with a heart shaped window in the roof. After we came home from our little walk he was playing Playmobil Knights and setting up a wonderful szene with Grandparents and kids. While we were preparing Lunch, he was imitating “this girl is on fire” dancing on the terrace, playing a little bit football and was talking with his dad about chez during lunch. In the afternoon he was listening to an audible he played Police Lego. He loves changing the face to express how they feel…I brought him to bed and read a story when it was time to sleep he sad: actually I am sad…I miss my friends, Emma & Leo (his cousins), Oma and Opa, I wanna hug them…We are now in Quaranteen since more than three weeks. He made good experiences but also sad once e.g. like the police catched him and his Dad as they were leaving me allone for 15min (as I had to do a call) walking to our supermarket, which they could have reached via all our land but they “decided” the way back to walk along the restaurant on the outside sidewalk for 4-5 meters. The bad thing what happend, the police woman was smiling at him while she was asking what are you doing and the moment after she claimed his dad for doing sth. wrong and we received a fine. He run home and was screaming, Mum, mum, come downstairs…He was exasperated as he could not believe what happend. For him police now is not only a good institution anymore.
Yesterday I was expressing my doubts about “Corona pause and makes the world a better place” as it also costs all of us a lot of nervs…it pushs us to the limits, each one, everybody…I am thinking more and more of people being an alcoholic, it es even more a challening for them, people living on the street, in Spain it is commun that men are going to a Bar after work having a drink, I am afraid they are nowerdays at home…do not want to picture how they treat kids and family…don´t get me wrong for sure this happens as well in Germany and also in my little family I notice myself a lot more tense…keeping myself under control brings me also to my limit – somedays I succed some days I loose…
Sadness is a daily partner, melancholy, depression…becoming constant companions.