My eldest’s house mates have formed a close family unit. It is interesting how easily we can adapt in times of need; they eat together, shop together, take care of and support each other. Last weekend they even did their own ‘Come Dine with Me’ and videoed the whole process. It was great to share their enjoyment and watch how my daughter could laugh at how seriously she took it all.
So, here I am feeling relieved and OK, as a mum, knowing my eldest daughter is safe with her friends. She is also still working as a teacher from home and sends me videos of her reading stories to her pupils and their parents. All is well in her household and I don’t worry about her.
My youngest daughter, however, is on a cruise ship out in the Caribbean. Some of the crew have contracted Coronavirus and, as a result, the ship is unable to put into port and is now split into zones. RED for those with the virus, AMBER for those who may display symptoms and, finally, GREEN for everyone else who remains well. My daughter is in the green zone and has been in her cabin for 25 days and counting… Do I worry? Good question.
I battle with my internal nagging, fearmongering voice that tries to break down my resilience, especially when it’s screaming:
“She’s going to die!”
“She can’t survive in a cabin for four weeks, it’s not possible…”
“Why did she take that cruise job?”
“Why did I let her go?”
“I’m a terrible mother!”
What’s true of all the above statements is that they do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO HELP ME in these challenging times. If anything, they try their damndest to make me suffer – big time!
So, I hold on to my steady reflective, practical head. First, I think and repeat…
My daughter is SAFE. She is being looked after.
She gets three meals a day.
She receives water.
She has a balcony, on which she can sit in the sun and get fresh air.
There is a hospital on the boat.
People are being taken care of.
There are no deaths.
The boat sailed to Barbados and someone was helicoptered off to hospital because they were ill.