She’s super social and loves her friends fiercely. But she’s pretty content sticking close by home and family.
Last night, as I tucked her into bed she whispered to me.
All her REALLY important thoughts she whispers to me before sleep.
It was simple, sweet and sad, but not an ounce of a feisty declaration she sometimes makes. Ok often makes.
“I miss my friends.” She whispered in her still sweet little girl voice.
She’s been talking about elaborate care packages for her two besties.
So today while everyone else was occupied (Sarina physically distantly making up a virtual cheer try-our routine for high school cheer tryouts, Mark & Carl weight lifting, Charlie playing xbox with cousins or buddies) I took her to Island Market to pick out a couple of goodies for her care packages.
On the way she wondered aloud if everyone would be wearing masks.
I realized that while I’ve had to go to work a couple of times and shop for food, she’s been cocooned at home. She’s left to drive to the fire station to pick up something Mark had forgotten but didn’t get out of the car, delivered rocks she painted for her grandma Chica and Nona and grandpa for Easter then this outing.
No stores or strangers. She hasn’t seen for herself everyone week g masks and gloves. The fear and compliance side by side. The crazy sneeze guards protecting the checkers. The whole science fiction reality out there.
She’s been home plugging away at schoolwork, Zoom classes with teachers, art journaling, reading, watching Gilmore Girls, Outlander, doing puzzles, practicing basketball, baking, letting me talk her into trying on Sarina’s freshman year homecoming dress.
Being a normal 11 almost 12 year old girl in crazy times.
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