When my firstborn son was a toddler, I had a particularly memorable bad dream. I was with a small group of familiar faces. In the way that only makes sense in dreams, we knew we needed to get to a certain destination and we were headed in that (ambiguous) direction. Determined though we were, around every corner of our journey we were met by another life-threatening obstacle. Quicksand, falling rocks, medieval weaponry—the obstacles became more and more terrifying and relentless. In the dream, I remember feeling real fear. I also began to dread the next turn in the journey because I knew something else was coming, most likely more awful than the previous passage.
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Being quarantined with two rambunctious little boys and a nursing ‘round the clock newborn has been equal parts wonderful and exhausting. The gift of togetherness has been such a blessing to us as we’ve transitioned to a family of five and learned our new normal along with the rest of the world.
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For the first few weeks of quarantine, my two- and four-year-old didn't seem to notice too much how much life has changed recently. They randomly ask about our routine outings (COSI, the zoo, etc.) and their friends, but we've kept ourselves busy at home and with (short and loud) hiking trips. But as the weeks drag on, I can tell my people are starting to feel a difference in our daily lives, even if they can't articulate it. It's getting easier for them to slip in to a place of boredom and restlessness that gives way to some less pleasant behaviors.