I love November. Beautiful Autumn weather, Thanksgiving, my birthday :) So many reasons to be happy. However, this
year, I find being happy a bit harder than ever.
Living in a time of a pandemic is stressful. I feel like I need to think ten times before deciding to go do something, as the danger is all around and worse: it is invisible. It doesn't matter how hard I try, or how many layers of masks and gloves I have on me - I get intimidated by people standing close to me, and I get fearful of getting my loved ones sick by being exposed to me, although I have no signs of being sick. The hardest part of all - is having to push my parents away. We moved back to my homeland at the beginning of 2020, with one thought in mind: After traveling the world and moving four times in six years (!), we wanted to give our children a chance for stability and a big family around them. But then COVID hit us all, and the rest is history. Literally.
Looking back at what this past year has brought with it, it's hard to comprehend how little and yet how much we've accomplished. One one hand, it feels like we're standing in place. It feels like we spent the entire passing year between four walls, with an occasional delusive freedom feeling, in the cover of a very limited hike with all kinds of strange rules. But then choosing to look at the positive, this year did bring a lot with it: We moved across the world, we managed to create a new home for our family, the boys started new preschools very successfully (in the whatever time preschools were actually open). I managed to rebuild my business, hubby managed to transition into a new position at his job that he loves, and much more.
But the one and most important thing in all of this, is that we once again got to appreciate how strong we are as a family. Hubby, me and our two boys - we spent countless days together, not being able to leave our house, or being limited to up to 1km away. No restaurants, no movie theatres, no friends, no any type of entertainment at all, and not a second away from each other. Just us, together, 24/7, for so so long. And it's not over yet. We had our challenges, of course. We fight, we argue, we raise our voices at times. But these moments feel so small and meaningless compared to the ones in which we laughed, played together, got to know each other more, supported each other and grew up together. I cannot imagine going through this year with anyone else then my husband and two little monkeys.
In addition to all of this, there's the fact that we are all healthy. Between two major lockdowns and three additional quarantines, none of us got seriously ill. We had to rush to the hospital once when the little monkey opened his chin (which felt like going on a vacation outside our house, really ;)), but aside from that - we're okay. Maybe we also had COVID and don't know it, that's possible too. But for the most part - we are healthy, we feel good, and that's a lot to be grateful for.
I always finish my classes asking my mamas to thank their body for working so hard, just to let them be. Think about everything your body is giving you. Think about everything your body is doing for you right now, when you're just sitting and reading these lines. It may not seem like a lot, but there are so many systems operating inside of you just to allow you to sit quietly and live. We don't really put our minds on what is good in our lives, as it's much easier to notice the bad: When something is gone, or broken. And this is exactly why I take a minute to remind my mamas to be thankful and appreciative of their body at the end of each and every class. Because it really isn't something to take for granted.
That said, I'd like to finish by asking the same from you: Take a minute to truly thank your body for working so hard, every second of every single day, just to let you be. And while you're at it, try to find a few other good things that you can take from this insane year, and say them in your heart. They are there, we just need to find them.
Wishing you a very happy Thanksgiving,