During the times of quarantine, it can get very difficult to even exist as mostly, we don’t even know what day it is. Heavily sleep-induced and swaddled by the comfort of our homes, we often forget what the mothers and the other female members of the family predominantly do. We have begun to exist in a world of our own, protecting and caring for our loved ones within the confines of this space called home. Everything we do and anything we say can reflect on others drastically. It’s a daunting new era and we need the assistance of our loved ones to #sharetheload of the household chores.
In my home, our family consists of four adults and two kids, one can only imagine the lengths of havoc-wreaking in the household. My patience level has subsequently dropped since the beginning of the quarantine period and I can’t personally pin the blame on anyone for it. More so, it has a lot to do with the constricting spaces both – physical and mental. These hardships beg for a united front by the entire family where we can count on one another to #sharechoresmultiplylove for the sake of all the members involved.
Love manifests in both forms, tangible and intangible as human beings vie for the very same. We are social animals and now we experience ‘social distancing’ as the new normal and so does wearing a face-mask. To conform to this ethos created by the terrorizing pandemic will be taxing on everyone around us and the measures we take at home will be the commencement of the revolution of tomorrow.
My baby brother knocked me as a surprise in the course of this lockdown when he began to carry out the chores of the household, lending a hand without a bargaining chip – be it buying the groceries, making parathas or bringing over water cans for the family. An aspiring lazy person such as himself had an overnight revelation of redemption – equivalent to a metamorphosis of caterpillars indeed. Mom had a constructive plan to bring structure into my brother’s life and I backed her too. Entangling him to #sharethelaundry was a herculean task but our team effort was worth it. Finally, the little bird fled the nest. The minuscule bits you do at home, matters. I guess the little ones in the family do teach you a thing or two.
Being in quarantine with my family has trained me for various scenarios I might face in the future. Exercising balance in the mental and physical facets of the everyday routine became a challenge. I became sagacious enough to avoid unnecessary confrontation, assumed the post of a peacekeeper and I can discern my priorities depending on the degree of relevance.
Let us take baby steps to make this world better and safer for all of us out there. Begin at home and be the change.