Mother's Day: A Mixed Bag

My mixed bag of Mother's Day includes celebration, mourning, self-assessment, and reflection. That's a lot to fit into any single day. 

This year, my family is on the struggle bus. Since I'm the mom, I am fully aware that I am driving the bus and that knowledge is just killing me. 

The first hairpin curve includes things that I had no power over. Like, all my middle son's friends are graduating from college in the next few weekends. Today is the graduation from a Nashville university, where my dear middle son was accepted to the Honors College on scholarship -- until hidradenitis suppurativa stepped in to ruin his life. He had to drop out mid-way through second semester of his freshman year, take a whole year off to heal, and then is just trying to do it piecemeal using community college credits, while working. As a homeschool mom, my self-imposed measure of success was to get my kids to a four-year college and have them do well. Well, that was a dumb measure of success, wasn't it? He's a good, kind person, and I should feel really good about that. But I am grieving. From the depths of my spirit, I am grieving what was lost to him. He was so deserving of everything good in life, but he was physically broken, and I cannot fix it. 

Secondly, that massive speedbump we are currently jolting over represents the things you warn your kids about and which they ignore you and do anyway. All The Bad Things. And I do mean all of them. People who think two-year olds are bad get what they deserve when their kids are in the early twenties, in my experience. Their ability to inflict harm transcends even their generation - both up and down the family tree. The Bible wasn't kidding when it said, "Be sure your sins will find you out" in Numbers 32:23. However, I feel like it is the consequences of my sin that has found us out. Why didn't I let him suffer the consequences of his mistakes more early on? Why did I shield him from the pain of loss and grief of smaller, less important things like Lego sets and Nintendo games? Why didn't I follow through when I made rules and he disregarded them -- when he was 5 instead of 15? When he was 21, I shouldn't have paid his college parking tickets so he could register for his last semester and get his college degree. My husband told me not to. But I thought the consequences were just too great for him to bear and that he might drop out of college and never finish. So I did. This was the second time, after I had announced I would never do it again. THAT was what allowed him to leave home and get into even worse trouble. Sure, I thought I was helping. But everything I did turned out to be at a juncture that, had I selected a less interventionist pathway, could have saved him from future catastrophic derailment of life goals, plans, and potential for a future he could feel proud of. 

Next is the massive hill that we've been climbing for at least 15 years. I feel terrible about all the time I took from my own kids' homeschool education to, in my justification, foster a healthy community around them. Their experience suffered from my inattention. As with most anything that takes you away from your true priorities, my dedication to "the community" turned out to be a hollow effort to feel like I made a difference, to please, to be heroic. Unfortunately, 15+ years of service doesn't matter to anyone who has made a religion of not wearing masks. My "work" - and that of my friends - is being dismantled, brick by brick. The anti-maskers are leaving (after actively and overtly poaching others) because we were saying in March 2021 that masks would be required in August 2021 if they were still recommended by the CDC. Sure, they should've read into that that there's a chance that won't even be necessary by then, but it is the principle of The Thing that counts, right? The maskers are leaving because they don't want to be in community with a bunch of "covidiots" and "maskholes". Yes, future American and World History classes will most certainly give homage to America's response to the Pandemic of 2020-21. The mental image the rest of the developed world has of Americans right now probably includes a dinosaur skin loin cloth and a bone through the nose. That's a pretty accurate depiction of my homeschool group at this moment, with a team of less-vocal, but no-less appalled twenty-first century moms on the opposite end of the football field. 

Then there's the crest of the hill that we've all been anticipating. Isn't the view always fabulous at the top of a hill? But no. We finally make it, bus engine sputtering, to the top and the engine just sort of dies. We are staring at nothing but a non-descript block wall. Not so much as a daisy growing in the crevices. My anniversary was two weeks ago and I have yet to hear my husband acknowledge it. I've even neglected to foster my marriage in my fruitless effort to please others.

Now, I am old and tired. Do I even have the energy to turn this bus around? 

Pandemic Skilz

It's amazing what you can do when there is nothing else to do! Or when you really have no choice. I think families all over the world are making the same discovery, given all the YouTube performances, crafts, and sudden interest in homesteading slathering social media. Here's what we've been doing at the Queen of the Hill Cottage:

I re-learned how to make bread, so we could go to the store less.

Hubby bought a tractor to clean up our forest after the pines were logged. 

The boys hacked a trail to our creek through the autumn olives old-style -- with machetes. There is no photo of this because they looked scary and I kept a wide berth!

I am finally cooking meals. Every. single. freaking. meal. I'm still waiting for my house elf to reveal itself and clean up after me. 

D learned how to yo-yo. Like, from couldn't do it at all to being a total trickster.

I'm starting some herb and vegetable seeds this year, and I am planting lots of flower seeds that I always meant to.

Look at me! The gardening queen. 

D taught himself how to make survival bracelets. Naturally, he believes this will make him a millionaire. I didn't have the heart to tell him that it is really billionaires that run the world these days. 

G is cleaning up a canoe that has been languishing by the barn for the last 40 years or so, after my ex brother-in-law "paddled" it over The Sinks in the Smokies.  

My mother has learned how to FaceTime! 

My mom is the real gardening
queen.

Mom also made a whole new garden bed, complete with a drainpipe -- all by herself. 

Out of utter desperation, I finally gave in and cut D's hair.

Isn't he handsome? And still has 
both ears.

My family does rock star quality
FaceTime sessions!

While it is genuinely torturous for some of us, the "shelter in place"proclamations and "social distancing" and "safer at home" campaigns have gifted my family and friends many things. Most of all, the gift of time.

What have you learned to do or found the time to do that you always wanted to do "some day"?

The Thing about Ends

The first time I heard about the coronavirus, it was an off-hand mention by my husband, waaaaay back in December. In Pandemic Time (TM), that feels like a decade. In December, China still seemed a safe distance away and it really wasn't all that weird to hear that another virus emerged from the cesspools of exotic animal marketplaces and crowded factory farms that I see in my mind's eye. New Years Eve came and went with all the promise each sparkling clean January 1 deserves.

Just take up knitting, Mr. Coyote.

In early January, I heard enough that I began to follow what the media then called it a "novel coronavirus". We were told then that it was zoonotic (bat, pangolin, or both), but had jumped to humans. The Chinese government seemed to be taking some extreme steps to put and to keep people in quarantine. Video emerged of people being dragged out of their apartments kicking and screaming. Others of people being stuck in a small box on the back of a truck, carried away to somewhere unknown. Some people were welded into their apartments. This was not the flu. Following the news about the virus became my hobby. I should really have taken up knitting, or taught myself French, because knowing didn't help anymore than seeing the train coming when you are on the train tracks, Wile E. Coyote-style.

We dubbed this "Pandemic Day."

Fast forward to March, because what happened in between was a lot of political gobbledy-gook that other people will cover ad nauseum for the next hundred years probably.

What a March it has been! It has truly been the longest March in human history. On March 11, the World Health Organization (WHO) labeled the novel coronavirus a "pandemic" and suddenly the earth shifted underneath our feet. As people say of the moment they learned of the assassination of JFK, I will never forget where I was when I learned of this. I was touring Biltmore House in Asheville with two of my dearest friends. I had already decided this was my last outing, as we understood that my children and parents were all at elevated risk if they caught the virus. We ate in two restaurants that day. Like, inside. Sitting at tables. Surrounded by other people. All things that are not done in the year that the last three and a half weeks has felt like.

All that to say, the Thing about Ends is that you never know when they are coming. At the beginning of March, kids went to school. Families went to church. They had plans for Spring Break. They went to amusement parks and attractions, like we did. We all used to go to the grocery store without feeling like we needed to wear a hazmat suit or to call on our ninja skills to avoid touching anything or breathing any air. We had friends over. We met at pubs. We had book club meetings. Life was normal, until suddenly it wasn't.