Quarantine Diary
A Mediation on Counting the Days with Your Child
6,205 days I have spent with you. 1,095 days in quarantine, or what’s left of it. I peered outside the door today to see if anything had changed. Realizing its mostly in my mind, I closed the door and returned to my chair.
With still no desire to put on anything other than elastic-waisted pants, I gave in to the day. Solitude has turned to isolation.
Quiet time has turned to loneliness. Motivation to despair. Masks are optional, they say, but I am afraid.
My body has betrayed my expectations enough already. I am learning to adjust. Life “out there” is optional. The longer I wait, the harder it gets.
6,205 days with you. In 365 more, your time as a child will be complete. Can I sit and enjoy the gift of you for a while longer? I’ll hold on to the days.
