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STAY-SCHOOL ADVENTURES: Breaking Through, Quarantine Month Three

STAY-SCHOOL ADVENTURES: Breaking Through, Quarantine Month Three from Cat Cutillo on Vimeo.

This week marks the end of the school year for my first grader and preschooler. As days have become weeks and weeks have become months, we find ourselves mostly outside. This week, we explored Shelburne Pond and the land near our house. We talked about how we will use our voices to speak up for change and how people around the country and around the world are also speaking up for change.

Everywhere we looked, we saw metaphors in nature. On Saturday, we found a snakeskin in our backyard. We think it belongs to the snake we spotted days earlier slithering around the shrubs. My first grader explained to my preschooler that snakes shed their skin through molting. Online research told us that snakes are symbols of rebirth, transformation, immortality and healing. They shed their skin so that they can both grow and also get rid of the parasites attached to their old skin.

Near Shelburne Pond, we found a turtle carrying its home on its back. Its shell provides both shelter and protection We were carrying an enormous backpack stuffed with everything we might need for our outing, so we could relate.

We even found a frog at the pond and talked about its life cycle, and its ability to change so masterfully that it becomes unrecognizable from its earlier tadpole self.

We caught up with our bird friend in the backyard, who has made a nice life for itself in our birdhouse, with the freedom to come and go as it pleases. We believe this chickadee is creating a nest to lay eggs.

Nature has a way of turning over, of shedding its skin, of changing. I’ve been thinking about the bird eggs and hatchlings we will likely witness soon. In order for a creature to be born, it must first shatter and dismantle the very thing that has been its source of protection. An egg can’t hatch unless it breaks.

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STAY-SCHOOL ADVENTURES: Quarantine Costumes, Day 19

Stay-School Adventures, Quarantine Costumes + Kites, Day 19 from Cat Cutillo on Vimeo.

My family has entered into a new realm of quarantine. My 7-year-old, Remy, wears a pink tutu and crown daily. My 3-year-old, Bo, wears a cape with or without his Batman mask. My husband, Ross, has even unearthed an Irish cap from the closet’s darkest corner–and he’s been in a great mood ever since.

I don’t have a costume yet but I did dig up my rollerblades from 1998 and rolled through the neighborhood with Remy.

“When did you get those!?” Remy asked me, next-level excited.

“Remy, these blades are old enough to be your mother,” I told her.

And as I gained speed, swerving in and out of a neighborhood of empty driveways, I thought, “Why did I ever give this up? I am really good.”

Then I swung out of control and did a crash landing on the neighbor’s lawn.

We spent April Fools’ Day trying to fly a kite in the backyard. Ross mostly dive-bombed our kids with it, but there were a few good moments where the kite really took flight and soared.

Its not all capes and kites over here. At least once everyday, I nose-dive into feelings of doom, grief and dread about what might happen and what is already happening– happening to people that I love.

But I think the kids–and Ross–are onto something with the dress-up. Those things we haven’t done or worn in years that used to bring us joy, those things can still bring us joy. It’s been well-worth the trip to the back of the closet.

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Stay-School Adventures: Unraveling in Mud, Quarantine Day 18

STAY-SCHOOL ADVENTURES, Unraveling in Mud, Quarantine Day 18 from Cat Cutillo on Vimeo.

Today I left my kids in the backyard for an unsupervised 30 min. Their matching yellow rain suits have become their homeschool recess uniform now that we’ve hit mud season.

When I opened the door to check on them they were literally rolling in a mud swamp at the bottom of their slide laughing hysterically. Their yellow rain suits were now caked with mud. To top it off I had just bathed them.

I felt something in me unravel and my heart skipped a beat at the momentary shock of how dismantled everything was becoming. It was a Tuesday afternoon and all the rules of normal had been shredded and thrown into the air like confetti around me.

But instead of cleaning up the mess all I felt like doing was admiring the chaos. And unraveling further.

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STAY-SCHOOL ADVENTURES, A Fish Funeral + The Death of a Snowman, Quarantine Day 0

STAY-SCHOOL ADVENTURES, A Fish Funeral + The Death of a Snowman, Quarantine Day 0 from Cat Cutillo on Vimeo.

This is a retrospective: Its Friday the 13th and I’ve picked up my kids from school and brought them to Barnes & Noble to buy a birthday present for a party my daughter is excited for on Sunday. I’m simultaneously texting with my friend who lives in Florida and had visited us just last week. Her son’s school has just been cancelled for at least two weeks.

The reality is sinking in that this thing is fast approaching. I suddenly realize we need to leave the store immediately and go home. It suddenly hits me we will probably be missing the birthday party altogether.

When we get home, we decide its time for the fish funeral. The ground has thawed just enough so we can dig a hole. Shiny is the oldest fish I’ve every known and just this week she has died. We estimate she was 300 in fish years because she was 1.5 in human years. So on Friday the 13th we lay Shiny to her final resting spot in our backyard.

Unfortunately, it is also the death of a snowman in our backyard.  We had built him just a week earlier with our visiting Florida friends. But now with the thaw, he is just a pile of dirty snow with his pipe sticking out.