This morning my son said, “I’m scared Dad will get sick.”

We’ve been under a state of emergency for 85 days and it’s the first time he’s voiced his concern. Just as restrictions have been gently lifted, the virus has affected our lives directly, with an outbreak in our workplace. This has made it more real for him.

This virus is taking a toll on everyone — especially our children. Our youngest are too young to understand. Still, it’s been difficult for them, too — possibly more so — with little understanding of why their world suddenly closed in.

All they know is that they aren’t seeing their friends and favourite teachers at daycare anymore. No running to Nana to give her a kiss. Sleepovers are off the table, and they can’t play with the new boy from down the street.

Our youngest is a social butterfly, and it’s hard to tell her she has to fight her natural instincts.

Our oldest loved the idea of extending March Break and got excited when it was announced they weren’t going back. The realization that it’s going to be a different kind of summer break took a while longer to settle in.

It’s hard being the bad guy. “No” has become a regular part of my vocabulary.

“No, you can’t go visit Grandma and Grandpa.”

“No, you can’t go to the corner store.”

“No, you can’t go to the park.”

It’s mentally exhausting and easy to get frustrated at their lack of understanding when you’ve had to explain away the “no” for 85 days.

Our children found comfort establishing new “normals.” Routine is our friend. A set school day schedule and regular video calls with family and friends have made a world of difference. Our local Early Years offers virtual circle time.

Most importantly, we’re checking in. We’re touching base on their feelings and frustrations.

In the end, we’re thankful for quality time with our family, but realistic that this may affect their mental health. We stay updated on facts, in the event that our son is misinformed through something he’s read, or by a friend, and we’re cautious in how we express our own anxiety.

We consistently reiterate social distancing, and personal hygiene practices. Nothing will make our daughter less sad to drive past her preschool, but it will make her prepared for the future — whatever that may be — going forward.

Photos by Nicole Nicholson