Week 6
Where I live is still considered "safe". It's generally quiet here.
Birds chirp.
Rain clouds float by.
I am considered "lucky".
1. My husband is not in the reserves and therefore comes home to us every night.
2. I haven't lost any personal family or friends. (I still stand at about 2 or 3 degrees of separation at the closest).
3. We have had no rockets or infiltration alerts where I live.
But
I am affected. As we all are.
The world is not so quiet just an hour's drive from here.
Through rough times my therapy tends to be diving myself into work. Keeping busy and distracted. Kids are a great outlet to delve into and my school needs support as 10 staff members are away at war. Our school is doing better than many others, but it's hard to find staffing for many positions.
After over a decade in education, I've now found myself as a first time homeroom teacher (along with still teaching English and heading the English department) for 21 eighth grade boys who's teacher is in Gaza. They've been without a teacher for a month. I'm not the only one stepping into new positions. We're once again, trying to make it work.
It's like the mantra of educators in the past 5 years... CoVid-19 and now war... We're doing our best to make it work. To provide an education with huge staffing issues.
I'm also doing my best to be present with my girls and Nickoma. Although news outlets have taken over my spare scrolling time, I still try to give as much "normalcy" as we can have.
Most days feel somewhat "normal".
Then every now and then I read something in the news and I remember that life is anything but normal.
What is normal anyway?
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