Once upon a time there was a little girl.
She wasn’t a baby, but she wasn’t yet grown either, far from it.
She was in that beautiful in-between stage, of growth, of wonder. An abundance of delicate naivety followed her wherever she went.
She was a friendly, happy girl. She talked it up without hesitation amongst adults, and yet played up a storm with her peers, creating magical worlds, chasing each other around the yard, and racing through the playgrounds, side by side.
She was all light, all magic. She had a deep drive for adventure, with an innate desire of curiosity shining from her eyes.
Then one day, a virus came.
It came seemingly out of nowhere and spread through the world.
Lockdown, after lockdown, after lockdown.
After the 6th one, it started to catch up.
It started to catch up to the girl.
The things she used to love, she did no more. She didn’t want to go out. Home, home, home and that’s where she wanted to stay.
She used to beg to accompany her parents on the grocery shop trip – she no longer cared.
When her neighbour called her to come out… she said she was busy.
She was tired, flat. She wasn’t herself.
Her Mum noticed. She mentioned it to a health professional, who concurred –
“She seems sad. She’s withdrawing.”
The course of action? Getting out of the house more. What she always used to do.
Her mum suggested a beach walk.
But the girl rejected it.
This former lover of sand and sea, said she didn’t want to put on sunscreen.
But… she came around.
And they went to the beach.
And the girl… became alive again.
The sea air, woke her up. The cold snap of the ocean shook something within her soul. She was scavenging for rocks and shells, dipping her body in the water, and laughing like she hadn’t in a long time.
She had found happiness again.
They went home, and her Mum told her Dad… and her Mum cried. She cried because she saw how close her girl had gotten to getting sadder, and sadder, and sadder.
That Mum is me. That girl, is my girl.
My baby girl.
This virus is taking lives, as well as our wellbeing.
But let’s not forget the other virus. The silent one.
The one that infiltrates our thoughts. The one that removes all sense of joy, of purpose, and of passion.
That is the dangerous one we must look out for. We must keep our children’s wellbeing in full view, and keep a close eye on them.
Sure, stay safe from the virus. But we need to keep them safe from dark thoughts. 🙏💖