I make lots of paper cranes. I made a lot of them before the pandemic to hang up this paper crane rainbow waterfall, but now more than ever I rely on folding the cranes to refocus myself, to relax, process, and feel out my own feelings with every fold. I hope yo make more seeing as my workspace at home is full of sticky notes which helps me stay mindful in getting work done and taking care of myself. I also made a few paper crane gowns since I have so many paper cranes.
August 27, 2020
This week was my son’s third birthday. Instead of a party or a special outing we had cake and presents and bbqed outside since it was unseasonably warm. One set of his grandparents are now fully vaccinated so they came over for a little while (still outside only, still in masks). We had many FaceTime calls throughout the evening: the other grandparents, cousins, friends. My son was thrilled. And I realized he doesn’t even know a world where friends come over to houses or where kids ride carousels. Just his two of his grandparents stopping by was over the top amazing for him. This comfort of his with this pandemic life is both hugely helpful and a bit devastating for me. When we go hiking on the weekends, he runs to the side of the trail when we run into other hikers, he reminds me to “Give the people space, mommy”. When we pick up books at the library, he looks in through the glass, not wistfully as he did a year ago, but practically to see what he might want to order for next time. He doesn’t even remember going inside anymore. Words like “mask”, “curbside pickup” and “sanitizer” are part of his daily vocabulary. Covid life is the only life he knows.
February 28, 2021