In My Opinion………

I’m B-A-A-A-C-K!  And I’m still hunkered down.  And it’s not because I’m shorter than I was before.  It’s because I’m afraid if I venture too far outside, our children, who seem to know everything, will descend upon me to tell me that I disobeyed orders and to get back in the house. 

Here’s what I want to know:  When do the children become the parents of their parents, and who told them it was okay to do so?  Are they getting even?  Do they take delight in “grounding” a parent who once upon a time grounded them?  Is this sadistic behavior on their part?  Was I a bad mother?  Do I deserve this?

I’m writing this on Easter Sunday, which is an Easter Sunday unlike any I’ve ever experienced in my life.  On a “normal” Easter Sunday, I would have returned from church and finished preparations for the Easter brunch that we usually serve to our guests.  But not this year.  This year I got up at my usual time–fairly early– and went through the normal motions of getting ready for church on Sunday except I didn’t put on shoes.  Then I walked to my husband’s computer, logged in, and went to the Holy Spirit at Geist site and prepared to attend Easter Mass.  The service was lovely, as was the music, but except for the three priests, our music director at the piano, our education director at the organ, and two other pastoral associates doing the readings and assisting the priests, the church was empty.  I have to admit that among all the things I miss since this hunkering down, the thing I miss most is church.  We are almost always at church at 8:00 A.M. every Sunday, and the people who also attend church at that time have become family.  We’re not related, but I feel like we are.  I haven’t seen them in weeks.

So, we all continue on.  We are having groceries delivered because I’m “grounded” from the grocery store.  When packages come from Amazon (which they do.  Frequently. I have to do SOMETHING), I put on gloves before I touch the boxes and then wipe down packages before opening them.   I had to order toilet paper from Amazon, for Pete’s sake.  And then I had to wipe down the wipes.  I did order a new “dagger” paintbrush.  I was pretty excited about that.  Tiny little brush.  I’m hoping it will work miracles.  A new paintbrush is as exciting as it gets right now. 

I have a feeling that after all of this hunkering is over, what we will experience is a “new normal.”  I don’t think things will ever really be the same again.  And maybe that’s OK.  Maybe we will appreciate each other more and find more joy in family and things that make us happy.  Like art.  I am painting during this time, and I hope you are, too.  I treasure knowing all of you and appreciate the work that you do, and I can’t wait to see you again soon. 

Love and hugs, and paint beautiful things.