A Peaceful Easter

4.21.2020

Easter was different this year to say the least, which, of course, is all part of "the new norm."  Usually we go to Easter Mass at our church, followed by dinner with family at the Mattabesett Canoe Club, which overlooks the scenic Connecticut River.  Yes, this year, there would be no elaborate baskets from the Easter Bunny, no wearing our "Sunday best" to Easter Mass, and no "all you can eat" buffet where we stuff ourselves with breakfast, dinner, and dessert all in one sitting.

Instead, everything this year would be...quiet and simple.


First, I made a last minute decision that the Easter Bunny would make an appearance.  In Lewie's mind, the Easter Bunny is a tradition, even if he's at the age where he doesn't truly "believe" a magical bunny visits the house.  In years past, I would make trips to the mall, local gift shops, and even a gourmet candy store to buy unique items for Lewie's basket.  Granted, Lewie never seemed to care that his chocolate bunny, chocolate nonpareils, and marshmallow eggs were organic and gluten free, but I sure enjoyed making the baskets look like they came from a fancy catalog.  The books, toys, or little tokens would also be carefully picked out to follow the theme for the season...such as Lewie's interest in trains one year or in Iron Man the next.

This year, the Easter Bunny would go rouge.  Actually, I (I mean he) had no choice.  The mall and the little shops were closed, and even if they weren't, I wouldn't feel safe going to multiple places, which causes greater risk of exposure.  Candy and the two gift cards all came from our local grocery store.  The basket, however, did come from a local farm market, which included a chocolate covered caramel apple, a cotton candy cone, and yummy chocolate covered pretzels.   With the basket already made, all I had to do was slip in the two gift cards with some Kit Kats, a few Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and some Cadbury Mini-Eggs.  Voila!  It was the easiest basket ever, and yet, my kid was just as happy as any Easter!  Eggs, of course, were hidden around the living room, too.






After spending a morning of looking for eggs and an Easter basket (and filling up on chocolate candy), we tuned into Facebook to watch our priest and deacon conduct Easter Mass at our church.  There were no people, of course, but the choral director was there to play music, and the alter was decked out with beautiful Easter Lilies (just as if we had been there in person).  There we sat, in our pj's at the kitchen table, watching mass like it was a show on Netflix.  Unfortunately, the sound was a bit muffled, and so it didn't always keep our full-attention; we closed the mass early when the image froze.

The rest of the day was leisurely.  Lew, Little Lewie, and I took a walk by a nearby farm, we ate dinner next door at my mom's side of the house (she made chicken parm), and I took pictures of Lewie outside by our vinca and daffodils, which were in full bloom.



At six o'clock, our family agreed to do a Zoom video chat, but the time kept on getting pushed back.  By eight o'clock, finally, most of our family from Delaware, Oregon, and CT "zoomed in" to speak with one another.  It was funny!  With everyone talking all at once, it was hard to pick a conversation and run with it.  At times, my mom and I would say something, and we didn't even think anyone could hear us on the other end.  My youngest cousin (who is still three years older than me) and his seven year-old daughter kept on entertaining us with their antics.  In one minute on the full screen, we'd see the two of them battling with lightsabers; the next minute, they'd be wearing scary masks.  (We concluded his apartment was a toy-lover's dream.)  Then, my oldest cousin, made us laugh until we cried with his silly comments and off-color humor.  It was truly like having all seventeen of them in our living room, only better.

Yes, Easter this year was not the "same;" we didn't follow our typical tradition.  However, I would argue that holidays do not need to be the "same" to be wonderful.  I loved our Easter this year.  We had a chance to enjoy the beautiful 60 degree sunshine (and some yummy chocolate eggs) while seeing our church and our family on a computer screen.  In some ways, our family felt more connected because even our family from Oregon and Delaware were able to join (which is never the case for Easter).

Yes, I can't wait until I can physically be with everyone and give them a big gigantic hug, but until then, I will count my blessings and pray for those who are either suffering from this terrible pandemic or out there saving lives and taking care of all of us.

It's a New Kind of Normal

4.10.2020

As I just finished reading my last blog post, I was struck by 1) how long it's been since I last wrote (I never take a full month break between my posts), and 2) how different my, our, reality is since just a few weeks ago.

Our "new normal" started on Friday the Thirteenth (that is, Friday, March 13th).   This is when Lewie would have his last day of 5th grade, and I would have my last day at work.   Information was coming to us from all directions.  From Lewie's school, there were the books, homework sheets, and instructions for Lewie's "new" online curriculum.   From my workplace, there would be a new work-from-home policy, and my on-campus class would be converted to distance learning.   Then, from our governor, there would be the daily updates of our own state shutdown.  Social distancing would become the norm, and the #IStayHomeFor Challenge would be the latest trend among the growing numbers of COVID-19 cases, hospitalizations, and deaths.

I Stay Home for my Mom!
I Stay Home for these Guys...
I am not complaining about this sudden shift to staying home; I feel blessed that our governor acted on it quickly, and if we follow all the protocols to keep ourselves safe, we "should" be able to stay away.  I'm especially thankful because my 75 year-old mom (who has asthma) lives right next door in our duplex house.  We have an obligation to stay healthy not just for us, but, more importantly, for her.  Still, my husband likes to drive places, which has caused anxiety over the last few weeks.  This is where I need to trust that he is doing the right thing and have faith that we will pull through this.  Trust and faith have become my new motto (since control and fear don't work).

For the first few weeks of our "stay-at-home" adventure, life was messy.  The school curriculum was overwhelming (too many posts and assignments with little direction), my work-from-home schedule was making me ignore my son for 7+ hours a day, and my husband's sleep and work schedule took a back seat to some serious mental health challenges.  (ADHD and bipolar mania do not work well for staying in one place.)  The house quickly became overrun by "life," too.  With all of us under one roof, it became more challenging to keep up with dirty dishes, laundry, floors, counter tops, and more.  (Even now, I'm still having a hard time keeping up!)

Now that I am at the end of "Stay-at-home" Week 3, I'm feeling a little more confident.  My supervisor at work allows me to work with my son during the morning, so I can help him with his schoolwork.  Then from 1 p.m. until 12 a.m., I answer emails, participate in meet-ups, and get my "work" done with breaks in-between.  It's not perfect, but on most days, I get to exercise, help Lewie with school, take a walk, perform my job duties, and spend an hour or two watching Netflix with my husband.  On Wednesdays at 8:30 p.m., I even have a scheduled "Houseparty" meet-up with two of my close friends--friends that I normally see once every two months.  (Now we see each other online once per week!)

Yes, our new kind of normal is not perfect;  I have friends and acquaintances who are currently suffering from health issues (i.e. contracting the virus), mental health concerns, job loss, or the loss of a loved one.  Even in our house, there is anxiety, which admittedly can run high at times.  Still, in the midst of all this unknown, we do find time to laugh, to take walks, and to ground each other.  There are glimpses of hope, whether it's the 104 year-old man that survived the Coronavirus (in addition to the Spanish flu and World War II) or the everyday heroes that are volunteering their time to help the sick, the elderly, the hungry, and the compromised.  Yes, during these times, I'll continue to focus on the good.  We will get through this TOGETHER.