Luna llena de diciembre. Llegamos al final del año. ¿Cómo? Pues con esta sensación de que el tiempo se congeló y saltamos de un día de marzo al primer día de octubre, habiendo pasado por un confinamiento estricto, por falta de trabajo, por un gran miedo de contagiarnos y morir o peor: ver a nuestros seres queridos agonizar. Luna llena de diciembre y todo quisiera volver a la "normalidad": tener trabajo, salir al mercado, pensar que es posible viajar, intentar reunirnos con nuestros familiares... No sé, creer que el episodio fue eso, un episodio más de un mal sueño. Que la sobrevivencia en el país se impone, que hay (como siempre) más cosas por las cuales luchar que la simpleza de la pandemia, que los niños mueren más de hambre que de COVID-19. Luna llena de diciembre y me pellizco el brazo. ¿Cómo pude estar tanto tiempo encerrada? ¿Cómo pude sobrevivir sin trabajo? ¿Cómo me faltaron todos los que quería? Milagros, milagros.
December 9, 2020
Thanks to the pandemic (thanks? really?) I reconnected with my 6th grade teacher. Sixth grade for me was a good 30 years ago, so it had been a while. We connected because I "ran into" her son in a zoom meeting with colleagues and made the small-world connection and then he gave me her email. I have no idea how old she was 30 years ago when she was so strict that I remember nothing except never to spell her name incorrectly, but today she is a sweet little older lady. She used to only wear brown and dark green, having had her "colors done" in the 80s as so many women did. Now she wore a soft pink and everything about her seemed softer. Did I shake a bit when she insisted I call her by her first name? Yup! But when she heard about my children's interests, her next question was to ask my address so she could send them books that they would like (and she was spot on - they love the books!). She exuded kindness, sweetness (6th-grade-me can't believe that's the word I just used!), and it was the most beautiful thing to be able to share myself and my family with her and to hear about her family (and to respond as an adult, almost a peer!). I hadn't planned this for the end but as our time was running out I looked directly at the camera and said, THANK YOU. Thank you for being my teacher, for being in my life, for dealing with all of those disruptive 6th graders, and for so passionately caring about hundreds of children over decades of teaching. Whether I'm the only person who thanks her ever (which I doubt) or there's a (zoom) line for miles, I'm so glad I had that opportunity. So thanks, pandemic! For this, I thank you.
August 27, 2020