It really is possible to stay home.
Our family proved it more than 25 years ago.
Four kids, seven and under, one mama and a tiny house survived one solid month of alone time.
The chicken pox made its rounds in our local weekly Bible study and pretty much every kid that hadn’t had it got it. So it wasn’t long until more than half the class was home riding out the wave of itchy, blotchy skin, fever and discomfort.
We couldn’t get it all at once. Oh no!
It went through my four one at a time with a bit of overlap so we were slathering on calamine lotion by the quart, taking baking soda and oatmeal baths several times a day and watching waaaayyyy more television than any of my children had seen so far in their lives.
It took slightly over a month for us to finally be free of it and I’ll admit it tried my patience. I spent a lot of time looking through the windows at a busy world outside, longing to be part of it.
There was a wisteria vine in my across-the-street neighbor’s yard that crept up the telephone poll outside the living room window.
I watched as it went from brown twig to wisps of green and finally dripping purple in all its glory while I was stuck inside trying to keep unwell children happy and stop them scratching themselves into infection.
I lost that spring. We all did.
But we came out the other side just fine.
I lost another spring in 2014.
And this time it was absolutely, positively NOT fine.
It’s still not fine.
Because of both springs, I will tell you this: If staying home means I can be part of the solution to the spread of Covid 19 and perhaps spare another family a lost spring, a lost loved one, a frightening brush with death-I’m happy to do it.
My personal comfort, sense of freedom, arrogant assumption that I am the exception to the well-intentioned and common sense advice of healthcare professionals is a tiny, tiny price to pay in order to slow down the pace of this disease so those who need extra attention, hospitalization and intervention get it.
Losing a spring is an unfortunate happenstance.
Losing a son, a daughter, a brother, sister, mother or father is a tragedy.
Hey-I survived over a month with four itchy, irritable children and no internet, no food delivery, no grocery pick up, no online buddies-you can manage a couple weeks.