How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?
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Covid didn’t just test my patience…
it quietly turned me into a full-time everything manager 😄
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Suddenly, I wasn’t just “mom” anymore —
I was a teacher (online classes 📚),
an IT support system (“Mummaaa, the internet is gone again!”),
a chef on 24×7 demand (“Can we eat something different today?”),
and somehow… still expected to function like a normal human.
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And the kids were little.
So there was no shortcut, no “manage on your own”…
it was hands-on, all day, every day.
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Mornings began with logins and confusion,
switching between apps, classes, and tiny voices calling my name.
Afternoons melted into a loop of meals, snacks, and “just something different.”
Evenings were half work, half chaos…
and by night, I didn’t even know what day it was.
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It wasn’t structured.
It wasn’t perfect.
It was… real.
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And along with all this… there was also a quiet, constant fear.
The fear of losing our loved ones.
The pain of not being able to be there in someone’s hardest moments.
The distance, the helplessness…
a kind of ache that words can never fully explain.
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There were moments of complete exhaustion —
when everything felt like too much.
Too many roles, too much noise,
and not a single pause.
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But somewhere in between all this…
something beautiful started happening.
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We stopped trying to do everything “right”…
and started doing everything together.
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Classes had background interruptions,
the kitchen had experiments (and a few disasters 🤭),
routine had no fixed shape…
but the house slowly filled with something warmer than perfection —
belonging.
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We didn’t sit and say “let’s cope.”
We just… showed up for each other.
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Helped where we could,
adjusted where we had to,
laughed when things went wrong,
and figured it out — one messy day at a time.
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And slowly, without even realizing…
this is how we adapted.
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Not by controlling everything,
but by holding on to each other.
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And maybe that’s the real twist
we thought we were just managing a difficult phase…
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but actually,
we were building a kind of togetherness
that normal life never gives you time for.
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Because coping isn’t about having everything under control.
It’s about how you stand with your people when nothing is.
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In my case, there was no perfect system,
no perfect balance…
just a lot of shared effort, small joys, and silent understanding.
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And when I look back now…
it doesn’t feel like just a hard time.
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It feels like a phase where life was loud, messy, unpredictable…
but also full of togetherness.
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And somehow, in the middle of all that chaos…
we didn’t just get through it
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we grew through it,
together 🙂
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He wasn’t just playing… he was copying Papa learning work-from-home, his own way.
—Rajeshwari 🧿💕
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