
When this is all over Mammy…


Re: Postponement of Duties.
Dear M.Y. Handbag
As we enter Month 10 of the current situation, I must, with regret, postpone your duties indefinitely.
I acknowledge that until March 12th, 2020, you were undisputedly indispensable and quite frankly, my right hand woman.
You were with me all day every day, carried all of my belongings and accompanied me to all daily events and meetings.
I apologise now for the amount of extra work and unnecessary files I dumped in you, and in hindsight, know that I never properly appreciated you.
I also acknowledge that you were my PA, a wonderful one at that, and that I really could not have survived even one day of my pre-covid existence without you at my side.
You carried me; my schedule, my finances, my keys, my snacks… You were the glue that held my daily life together.
It is perhaps true that I took you for granted. I assumed that you would always be there for me. And I know that you would have been had this blasted virus not rendered your post unnecessary.
I never thanked you for your constant companionship and support.
It is with true sadness that I must shelve you for the foreseeable.
Until life returns to some semblance of normality and I have a reason to leave the house, I am afraid that your services are no longer required.
Please take care of yourself during this time. I look forward to reinstating your position in the near future. I promise to treat you with more respect and care, and I’ll try to lighten your load where possible.
I apologise for this pause in your contract. It is unavoidable. I only hope you can forgive me and that we can return to our previous relationship soon.
With regret and deep sadness,
Me.

Whispers on the Wind
Two little sisters played on the beach
And just when their parents had stepped out of reach,
Wee Sis asked Big Sis in quiet hushed words,
“What’s going on Sis? What’s wrong with the world?
Everything’s changed in the last few days.
It seems like all that we do now is play.
I miss my school teachers and I miss going to school.
I miss all my friends and I don’t feel too cool.
What happened to dancing, gymnastics and drama?
I just want to cuddle my Granny and Granda.
I like it that Mammy and Daddy are here
It’s nice, and I like, but it’s getting quite weird.
So what’s going on Sis, what’s wrong with the world?
I know something’s wrong but I don’t have the words.
I don’t like to see all our grown ups so sad
They say it’s OK, but I know something’s bad.”
The Big sister listened and squeezed her hand tight,
And she thought of how she could make all of this right.
For she was scared too and it all felt disastrous,
She missed all her friends and her teacher and classes.
But she closed her eyes tight and for answers she longed,
To share with her sister and make them feel strong
And just as she was going to say “I don’t know”
A voice on the wind whispered into her soul.
It tickled her ears and it kissed her cold face
And suddenly everything fell into place.
She turned to her sister, she pushed back her hair,
And started to speak words she magically heard…
“The world has gone funny, and everything’s changed
But it won’t last forever, it’s only a phase.
We’ve gone from being busy and rushing and spinning
To not going anywhere, morning or evening.
Mammy and Daddy, who work all they’re able,
Are still working hard, from the one kitchen table.
And yes there’s a virus and yes, it is scary,
But if we stay home and if everyone’s wary
We’ll hopefully stop it from getting too massive,
And the Doctors and heroes will manage to smash it.
So don’t you be worried, just know there are reasons
And this too will pass, it’s simply a season.
When all this is over, when all of this ends
We’ll get back to normal, We’ll play with our friends.
We’ll go back to our classes and have lots of fun,
We’ll have parties and playdates and hug our loved ones.
We just have to trust that the grown ups have got this,
And that they’ll do everything that they can to protect us.
Then Mammy’s voice called them with ”Girls, time to go!”
And they looked at each other, and they smiled in the know
That they would have lots of adventures together
On beaches, in sunshine, or in rainy weather.
They ran to their Daddy and called to their Mum
And as they were running, the clouds showed the sun.
For nature can comfort the fears that we’re feeling
And breezes keep whistling their secrets and healing;
And all of your worries will soon disappear
Like the wind on the faces of two little girls.
Maria Rushe
March 2020
The pressures of this past week have been immense. Even the most positive and organised of us have struggled.
We still are.
As a teacher, what I am about to write might surprise you.
Stop freaking out about educating your children.
Yes, of course we must try to maintain routine and to keep our children’s minds working. We should be encouraging them to continue with the school work that their teachers are sending home.
But it is NOT YOUR JOB to stress about what they are doing or to provide the curriculum to them.
Let me explain.
Teachers are teaching from home. Secondary school teachers need to stay in touch with their students. Most of us have by now, found our groove and figured out how best to communicate with our second level students. It’s a work in progress and we are learning every day. We can and will, provide quality content for the student to work through independently at home.
Key words here? “The student.”
Not the parent.
Priority must be given to 3rd and 6th year students who are still preparing for the elusive state examinations; who are under serious pressure and who are torn between the uncertainty of when they will happen, and the certainty that they still need to be ready for them when they do happen.
Other year groups simply need to keep on top of the work assigned as if it is classwork. I hope that mine all return to school, whenever that may be, with their folders up to date with the work that I have assigned, so that I can correct it properly and give them the feedback they need.
As teachers, we have absolutely no control over who does or does not do the work. We don’t have all the answers. This is new to us too, but trust me, we’re trying.
For younger kids, you’ll likely have received a list of activities and suggested work from their Lovely Teacher.
Let them work through it if you can.
But take a breath my Dear.
There are so many people online showing their kids doing ALL the activities, sitting quietly at the kitchen table in a classroom type scenario, diligently working and smiling as they carry on their schoolwork, led enthusiastically by Mum or Dad.
And while I take my hat off to these parents, I wonder…
I wonder if little Jacinatabelle didn’t huff “this is stoopid” under her breath just after the photo was snapped, or if little Gulliver-John didn’t have to be told to “just sit still for two minutes” before the snap was snapped.
I am NOT dismissing doing some work with them.
By all means, look at the list of suggested work sent by Lovely Teacher. Choose one or two items from it and tell them what he or she has said to do.
Let them do what they feel like doing and do not get your knickers in a twist if they (or you) don’t understand the task.
You do NOT have to recreate the school environment or classroom situation. You do not need to micromanage their learning. You are not a teacher. (And even if you are, you still have your classes to teach online.)
Yes, their minds need to be distracted and nourished, but reading a book or being read to, is just as effective. Let them make a jigsaw. Let them play a game. Let them help with chores. Let them play together with the toys that they never get a chance to look at from one end of the busy week to the other. Let them make a mess…then let them tidy it up.

Messing up the hall but delighted with themselves
Our children are, like us, living through history.
Their brains are overwhelmed. They can sense our worry and by now, the novelty of not seeing their friends has probably worn off.
When they get back to school, whenever that may be, their teachers are fully capable and qualified to continue with their education.
They are not losing out by being off. They are simply missing out on normality and routine and external communication.
Give them those things.
Give them routine. Allocate an hour for school based activities. Allocate time for reading. Allocate time for outside play. And let them be bored. Let them figure out how to entertain themselves. Let them fight. Let them colour in. Let them watch some telly. Let them be kids.
But don’t put yourself under any more pressure than you already are.
And remember, most parents are now working from home and trying to balance everything more than ever:
🥺We’re trying to fit in 5 – 8 hours of our own jobs under new and stressful circumstances
🥺We’re trying to keep our businesses afloat
🥺We’re trying to adjust to all being in one space ALL day
🥺We’re trying to fit offices, classrooms, playtime and schooltime into one room and in many cases around one table.
🥺We don’t all have printers or money to stock up on activity boxes for our kids.
🥺We’re trying to care for our toddlers and babies at the same time.
🥺Many of us still have to GO to work
🥺We’re trying to not succumb to the guilt when we have to say “Mammy’s trying to work” or “Daddy’s busy” to the child who is used to us being off duty when they’re at home.
We’re all trying to keep swimming right now, so if the Wattsapp group is freaking you out because all of the other parents seem to have their shit together, mute it.
If the creative type you followed on Instagram for ideas is now stressing you out because she’s on activity 38 of the morning and you’re still trying to load the dishwasher and get them to make their beds, unfollow her.
If you don’t have a printer to print off all of the educational worksheets that Japonica down the road is proudly showing on snapchat, calm yourself. Japonica’s fridge is not that big. She’ll soon get bored…
If you don’t understand the work assigned to your children, that’s OK. It’s not YOUR work to understand.
Trust that the teachers will do a great job of picking up the pieces when this shitstorm is over. No one is falling behind. Everyone is in the same boat.
And if you are doing your best, and simply trust that as long as your children feel safe and loved right now, good for you.
You, my friend, are winning at life.
We’re all in unchartered waters; do what you must to keep swimming.
Go easy on yourself my Darlings.
You’re doing a better job than you think.
And as always, if you are managing todo all the everything and disagree with me, that’s perfectly wonderful too.
You do you Mammy.
Only YOU can do what’s right for YOUR kids.
M

What a week it’s been eh?
We’ve all found ourselves slowly sliding into chaos. And even for those of us who hoped it’d all pass and gently laughed it off, (yes I was one of them), we’ve suddenly had our eyes opened and our backsides slapped.
The suddenness of Thursday’s announcement left the country reeling. Yes, we all knew it was coming, but I don’t think anyone was prepared for the “6pm tonight” closures.
And so over the past few days, we’ve all had to try to adapt. We’re trying to adapt to all of the changes that are coming at us faster than Sonic the bloody Hedgehog, while trying to maintain a “calm” in front of our kids.
Personally, it’s been a difficult few days.
We had to pull our run of The Addams Family after only 2 shows. I had to leave work, saying bye to my other babbies and my colleagues in a weird and eery atmosphere that none of us have experienced before.
And this morning, Emmet and myself made the decision to close the gym for a while, in order to keep our members safe. A difficult decision, but easy in the grand scheme of things.
And of course, these things are wee buns in the midst of the new reality we fins ourselves in.
So how can we make the most of the situations we find ourselves in?

We are in weird times. We are dealing with disappointments and stresses that are unprecedented. Much of what we are facing is new. and yet in the middle of it all, we’re seeing glimpses of human kindness and commeraderie that only the Irish can show.
We have a new reality. We will all have to find a new normal for ourselves. We can and we will.