Covid! We all lived through this global freezing of time. And, we all lost something to this virus: some lost loved ones, some lost celebrations, and others lost time.
For me, Covid stole the waning months of my son’s childhood years. Since this global shutdown, I’ve found myself in a state of slow mourning. I have gradually, and increasingly, mourned the childhood my son and I continue to grow away from, those carefree days when he…
- still danced in public
- loved to hold my hand
- sat curled up next to me, while I read him a Christmas book
- collected fallen Autumn leaves, choosing the brightest, most vibrant reds and yellows and oranges
As we navigate the turbulence of the teen years, I try to stay present and remember that one day, I will mourn the loss of these days, as well. So, I adapt and find ways to create new traditions and memories, such as…
- mama-son date nights
- competitive game nights
- nighttime drives, with my son driving
- walks with our dog
We are all victims of time – this is the inevitable curse of being human. How we choose to treat the time we have is what makes the difference.
So, I’m choosing to not waste any more time mourning for what was and celebrate what is! In theory, anyway 😉