“I just want to cry,” I told my wife on Friday morning.
I had just gotten off a work call and my brain was ticking through follow-up items, adding to a long list of untouched to-dos. My wife, meanwhile, was multitasking an onslaught of work questions while also trying to manage “homeschool” time with our son — but he refused to participate.
Instead, he huddled in an increasingly secure couch fort, refusing to do anything — colour, read, go outside, talk to his teacher — besides sit in silence in the dark or watch his iPad. (Today, he opted for sitting in silence in the dark).
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“Are we permanently ruining and psychologically damaging him?” my wife pleaded with me.
We both felt guilty for the work we were not doing — and aching for the way our son was struggling and needed us to be present and calm. But that’s exactly what our current schedule prohibits, as we run back and forth between work calls, requests, and parenting. (Later, as I took over the homeschool shift and he stormed upstairs to cry, he told me it was because I had stopped smiling at him. Knife, meet heart.)
This is really hard.
What’s amazing to me is how consistent this struggle is among every parent I talk to. The texts and social media posts bouncing around my circle all echo each other. We feel like we’re failing at both. Our kids don’t just need us — they need more of us. Our kids are acting out, abandoning the routines they already had, dropping naps, sleeping less, doing less — except for jumping on top of their parents, which is happening much more.
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It is SO hard right now. I'm a single Mum of two, who already had zero support outside of school besides when their Dad occasionally felt like taking them for a night or two. I work, mainly from home (although work has decreased enough for me to worry financially), study (also now online) and now have my kids full-time and am expected to home school. It is very easy to keep in perspective that we're incredibly lucky to live in Australia, but I am extremely worried about my already fragile (DV marriage) mental health. And there's nowhere I can get physical support from anymore, not even a hug. I feel guilty from feeling comforted in knowing I'm not alone with this. Yikes.
It might come as a surprise to the author that media and the like isn't full of non-Australian parents writing about how they are struggling with parenting under much tougher conditions in places like Italy. There is definitely a cultural phenomenon going on here - might be good to reflect upon once all of this is over.