What in our lives now is the same as it was pre-pandemic
If you could talk to your younger self, what would you say? Miriam reflects on twenty-six years of being a parent as her youngest, a 2021 high school graduate, prepares to leave home.
When I was growing up, my mother always purchased Revere Ware, which she said it was the best. The pots were made with sturdy stainless steel and finished with a copper bottom—a look that was always distinguishable on the stove top.
Today we celebrate the Visitation of Mary. The Visitation is when Mary, pregnant with Jesus, goes to visit her cousin Elizabeth, pregnant with John (the baptizer). I like to think about this holy friendship—this time of mutual support and love for each other.
Maybe it’s the pandemic talking, but the spicy chicken sandwich from Popeye’s is tears-to-the-eyes good. I tried it once and now I’ve had it…more than once.
Do you remember observing Maundy Thursday at home last year? It felt like a quaint, one-time experience to share with our households, then years later share as a story with future generations of the family. Except of course, it wasn’t a one-time experience. We’re here again a year later with another Maundy Thursday at home.
I grew up in a “Christian” home with “Christian” parents. I put the word Christian in quotes because it was anything but Christian.
As the coronavirus pandemic stretches longer and longer, figuring out how to parent in this time of uncertainty adds new challenges each and every day.
The voices in my head were getting louder. The ones that all mothers know. My daughter whispered tentatively through my closed bedroom door, “Mama. I’m hungry.” Again? I thought, “Just a minute.”
Our two older sons, ages 7 and 9, expressed some curiosity regarding Leap Year and this “extra day” it brings.