- Mother despairs: Are we going to validate Teleco by teleworking at home with children for the coronavirus?
"If you manage to telework and access the online material of the school app while you have to feed, get them to study and keep several minors alive, they validate Teleco and call you for the Circus of the Sun". Never was a message sent to a group of whatsapp parents more timely and real.
The name of this section should be called today 'Very desperate fathers and mothers '. I count in advance with the barrage of epithets that will fall on me after reading this story. I know that for many this will be nothing more than the pathetic letter from one of 'those first-world moms who drown in a glass of water'.
But I must clarify that, as a willing swimmer and mother of a large family that I am, I am more than used to getting graceful out of the most turbulent waters without making each situation an epic story .
Not sleeping a whole night for more than a decade or eating standing up (or leftovers) is as important to my person as spending my life running to always be late everywhere and, what is worse, possessed by that terrible guilt feeling about failing something or, worse, someone . I guess that sounds familiar to you, right?
No, I am not one of those 'samantas villar' of life who go around narrating the epic of being a mother (if my grandmother heard them) because I am fond of being one, but these days I have to say that things are getting more complicated than never.
Since they decreed the closure of cabbages due to the coronavirus, I am one of the lucky ones (it does not go with second ones) that have been able to avail themselves of the option of teleworking , the only possible alternative in a scenario in which that habitual lifeguard called grandparents should remain exempt from child charges for being precisely one of the highest risk groups
At the same time that I write these lines (sorry for the possible misprints), after having finished two more reports, I have my oldest son sitting on my right doing tests for the PET tests. The little one, lying on the carpet behind me, asking me about strange math things that, although my father assures me that I studied at EGB, I would swear that I had never heard them in my life. From the living room, my middle daughter claims her existence asking me why they called Don Benito Pérez Galdós 'garbancero'.
My personal email is 'on fire'. The school teachers (whom I deeply admire) are sending all the tasks that the children must do during these days at home. I read the lists and my legs tremble. Maybe those who think that I am one of those "first world moms who drown with a glass of water" will be right because I don't know how the hell we are going to organize.
"We are not on vacation," they recall. "Really? I hadn't noticed," I say out loud, interrupting the little boy who, again, asks me for help to solve a problem, while he kicks his brother's chair, which, by the way, He can't find the year Beethoven wrote his symphony number 9, nor does he let me hear my daughter's screams about I don't know what Science doesn't understand.
"We are not on vacation", also emphasize the parents in the WhatsApp groups at school. "Don't leave home. Be responsible," I read over and over as I listen to my children, who are tired of studying, playing soccer in the classroom. "We are children! Why do you have us locked up?" "For the same reason that I am, to prevent the spread of this damn virus," I reply (obvious to say that at home we have not used any story to explain that it is because they already know everything from Lorenzo Milá).
The reality is that, like them, I too am climbing the walls and not jumping to grab the ceiling lamp to swing because ... I don't have (although I get up every hour to do push-ups as if I would have owned Rocky Balboa and so I don't eat all the chocolate I have left in the fridge).
Neither the Play, nor the Tik Tok, nor television ... There is nothing to keep them still and the trickle of messages from the teachers continues with exercises and corrections that, obviously, I cannot attend to because I have to work.
There is no other option but to hold on tooth and nail to that glimmer of light that remains to us: go for a walk (run like animals), without using the swings and always keeping your distance from the rest of the children. That and hope that the storm soon subsides so that these fucking "no holidays" end as soon as possible. Meanwhile, #YoMeQuedoEnCasa
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