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My Family and Other Globalizers | The Tao of the Jigsaw

In the early months of the pandemic, my boys and I attempted 1,000-piece puzzles. Watching pictures magic themselves out of messy heaps, I found myself divining some Dreamworks-ready philosophy.

June 11, 2022 / 06:58 IST
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In life, as in a puzzle, you sometimes feel that a piece is missing. It rarely is. (Representational image: Ross Sneddon via Unsplash)
In life, as in a puzzle, you sometimes feel that a piece is missing. It rarely is. (Representational image: Ross Sneddon via Unsplash)

Note to readers: My Family and Other Globalizers is a weekly parenting column on bringing up global citizens.

The COVID pandemic was a globally unique moment in how it altered our ways of working, but also parenting. School is to most parents, the equivalent of a fairy godmother who transforms the Cinderella-work of childcare into the princess-like luxury of time for oneself to work, or vacuum, or, gasp, even read a novel.

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For many parents around the world, the pandemic took away that fairy godmother and replaced her with the wicked stepmother of home-schooling. If someone had told me in the days before coronavirus became a standard part of our daily lexicon, that I would have to deal with my children 24x7, while simultaneously working from the same home that was also now occupied by my spouse and his constant Zoom-hum of conference calls, I would have contemplated volunteering for a scientific experiment that involved a long, medically induced coma. For the sake of scientific progress, you know.

But the pandemic ambushed us all and so, like millions of others, I found myself getting summer-vacation intimate with my family, in what was not a vacation at all, but a terrible global health crisis, where our human frailties suddenly went from being abstract to frighteningly concrete. Also, it became impossible to buy toilet paper – at least in Japan, where we were living at the time.