COVID has taken on a completely different meaning. After 51 days in quarantine, I have learned to put my purpose over panic. The first few weeks in quarantine were pure chaos; swarming with uncertainty. Despite hearsay of what the future holds, I know one thing must continue – my role as a working mother. Being home made my role no different than any other day. Sure, there was a change by working remote and being with my children 24-hours, but with a routine, everything and everyone fell in place.
This past week my daughter was playing in the backyard when she suddenly ran inside yelling “Daddy, there’s things flying everywhere in the air!” When he went to look, he found a giant swarm of bees and quickly ushered her and our Golden Retriever inside. After a little investigation, we found there was a large beehive in our neighbor’s tree. For all the obvious reasons I was worried for our safety—we’re not sure if our girls are allergic to bees yet—but I was also disappointed. Like many homes with small children, things can get loud, chaotic, and overwhelming. Our backyard has become a sanctuary while we’ve been sheltering in place and now this bee Armageddon was taking that away.