Updated: Dec 30, 2020
When I woke up this morning, there was one thought on my mind. ‘Tomorrow, at this time, Lockdown will be over.’ I was SO excited. I have a list of things I want to do. Here in London we will be in Tier 2 and there are things I haven’t been able to do for ages, that I’m really looking forward to. I’m going to go to McDonalds for an eat-in meal. I’m going to watch the boys play football again. We can go back to church. I can’t wait.
The next thing that happened ruined EVERYTHING! Mum was in bed, and I was in my duvet bed-den in the corner. Mum had turned the fairy lights on when she woke up. She does this every day, and it feels like I am waking up in a winter wonderland. She was checking her emails on her phone, and I heard her say ‘Oh no!’
I jumped up and came round to her bed. ‘What’s up?’ Mum looked at me with a face that said ‘I’m really sorry – You are not going to be happy!’
‘What is it, Mum?’
‘I’ve just had an email from your school.’
‘What? Am I in trouble? Is Jack? I didn’t do anything! What is it?’
Mum looked back at the phone, then at me, and took a deep breath. ‘I’m really sorry, Sienna, but your teacher has tested positive for COVID. You have to isolate for the next 2 weeks.’
No going out, not even for walks. No church. No snuggles on the sofa with Mum. No school. No friends. No putting together a Christmas package with Khaled. No crocheting classes with Mrs Smith.
‘Well, in that case, I’m going back to bed for the day.’
‘Oh no you’re not, young lady. I’m afraid you have classes on Zoom starting at 9 o’clock.’
‘Everyone is much better prepared this time. It says here that your class will all meet on Zoom, 3 times a day, for 90 minute lessons. You must be dressed, have paper and pen, and be ready to work.
Today was just getting worse and worse.
‘But who will look after me? You have to go to work.’
‘Uncle Matt is working from home, so he can keep an eye on you. You can use my computer, but you’ll have to use headphones too so you don’t disturb him.’
I went back to my bed-den, snuggled up under the blankets and tried to sort out all of my thoughts. I took lots of deep breaths. Tried to think about how it was all ‘small potatoes’ and tried not to cry.
I decided to think of things to be thankful for. I’m thankful that Uncle Matt is living with us so that Mum doesn’t have to stay off work with me. I’m thankful for the computer and Zoom. I’m thankful for a warm house and cosy fairy lights. I’m thankful for my brothers and my Mum. I’m thankful for Mrs Smith and Alison. I’m thankful that Auntie Joy wrote our story from when we met Jamie. She said that our story is helping other children learn how to listen to the Holy Spirit and go on God-adventures. I’m really thankful about that!
I guess I can survive another 2 weeks of isolation. It will give me a chance to finish Mrs Smith’s tea cosy, and give me a chance to write something really nice for Mum’s Diary. I can also ask Uncle Matt to help me make a story that will be easy for Khaled’s parents to understand.
When I think back to the first day of my blog, I was so scared Christmas wouldn’t be good, school would be shut and the lockdown will be extended. All of those things have happened (well – except the Christmas bit – but it’s not the same without parties and carol concerts, so it doesn’t feel as good this year). But, you know, I don’t actually feel that bad about it.
Today I will eat a chocolate on my Lockdown calendar and the first chocolate on my real Advent Calendar. On Sunday, Alison said that Advent means Waiting. This year I’m waiting to get out of isolation, as well as waiting for Christmas. But I keep remembering those verses from my notebook. “These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us.” 2 Corinthians 4:17. We are also waiting for that big celebration when Jesus comes back again. That’s going to be the best party ever, and I can’t wait!
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