FearPanicAnxiety.

Fear. Panic. Anxiety.

I’m pretty sure we can all, almost smell the anticipation it’s that high in the air right now.

As people scrap for medicines, as the elderly fight to be heard for their needs to be known, as panicked Mummy’s of hungry babies travelling high and low to ensure their babies are not without their essential needs. As Families of special needs children are gripped in fear of no longer knowing when their next respite is. As working and non working parents are worried of the juggle between home schooling and working from home. How we’re going to pay our bills and keep our roofs over our heads.

The atmosphere is buzzing trembling of fear.

Yet, as beautifully illustrated below, our NHS staff are rising every day and every night. Our paramedics, police and emergency services are still battling their way through the endless calls coming in for first response. Our under appreciated cleaners are ensuring the wards and corridors are clean, our shops and schools are clean and germ free keeping us safe in moments of need. Teachers are under pressure to answer questions they cannot predict right now, under pressure to keep the little minds grounded and secure, keeping them blissfully unaware of the panic the nation faces, whilst being under pressure to support parents in this moment of uncertainty. To our Care home and special needs supporting staff, ensuring our elderly relatives or family in supportive homes are safe and sound. Whilst company from loved ones is forbidden.

So whilst you reach out for your multiple packs of food In your over flown trolleys, a nurse returning from a over run 12 hour shift is possibly over worked and exhausted looking for baby milk to feed her son, she hasn’t seen for more than couple of hours this week. Or a paramedic that’s worked extra shifts needing the bare essentials to energise themselves. To the lorry drivers needing milk to add to their coffee for their 7th long haul drive. To the teacher who has been up all night making home educational packs individually thought of for each child in mind. To all the carers and cleaners, Thankyou for all you do.

Please be kind.
Please be thoughtful
And above all keep safe and sane.

Published by Mothering Silence

A late twenty-something mother of two boys and a profoundly deaf diva of almighty sass. In between splitting spontaneous sibling wars, curiatimg pillow forts and channeling inner superheroes. Mothering Silence documents a brutally honest truth of the trials and tribulations of motherhood. (The toughest hood.) Here you'll find the weekly ramblings of the rollercoaster life of my journey in motherhood. *Please note my style of writing is tongue in cheek.

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