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Alex Tower Ewers's avatar

I savour your messages in my inbox. And when I find a moment of quiet and solitude, I read every word. The 2 year anniversary of this wild ride we have been on came and went in our neck of the woods. Without much fanfare or introspection. It was acknowledged by a shift - optional mask wearing at all the schools in our school district. At our breakfast table, we talked about how our boys had worn masks for 2 years and now it was optional and how it felt for them. Excitement, uncertainty and an absolute "I am so keeping my mask on" from our eldest. But your post gave me pause, to take the time to go back. To Insta posts and FB posts and text exchanges with the mamas who got me through. Thank you for giving voice and space to look back and digest.

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Amy Starr Redwine's avatar

What a beautiful and poignant reminder of those early days. My teenager was talking yesterday about how weird our memory of pain is. She was talking physical paid but I think it’s true of emotional pain too. We remember we felt pain but don’t remember exactly how it feels. (Hello, childbirth!!) You brought me back to the challenge and weird optimism of those early Covid days. I especially appreciated your admission of the rage that sets in when the story we’ve been trying to wring from events never materializes. And we have to dig for another layer of resilience we don’t really think exists. Anyway, thanks for another lovely post.

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