“Don’t follow the crowd, let the crowd follow you.”
Both the Mayor and the Sheriff started a new daycare this past week.
Due to the Pandemic and life shuttering back in early March,
they’ve basically been footloose and fancy-free for a near 5 months.
With their mom’s school preparing to reopen, while she’s having to gear up for what will
be both an open school coupled with optional virtual learning—in other words, teaching
to those seated in desks alongside those opting to stay home—a new daycare was in order
and the only option was to begin now.
As a retired educator, whose child
served bided his time in daycare,
I can vividly remember those trying days–
a time that our pediatrician dubbed ‘the necessary evil’.
But since both their mom and dad must each work, and we live over an hour away,
daycare becomes a difficult, yet necessary, thing to utilize.
I can remember crying each and every morning, after having dropped off our son
at his daycare, as I drove on to work.
Guilt is always the working mom’s middle name.
The Mayor and Sheriff’s mom has also experienced this same sense heaviness,
each morning this past week.
So “mom” (aka moi, the grandmother) drove over Friday for a bit of a needed diversion.
The Sheriff was nonplused…
And the Mayor insisted she immediately leave the Atlanta Woobooville office in order to return
ASAP to “Da” (aka my husband the grandfather) who was busy at the satellite Woobooville office.
There were no if’s, and’s or but’s…she grabbed her “pursh (aka purse),
put on her rain boots (no rain in sight), blew kisses to her parents, hugged the dog,
waved good-bye to “Je” (the Sheriff), took hold of my hand while announcing for one an all…
And so we left to come to see Da—a weekend visit of sorts.
But with visits and kids aside,
I am painfully reminded that we are living in some mighty precarious days.
They are challenging for all of us.
We don’t know what’s the right thing to do.
Daycares are opening as workplaces begin to re-open…
as schools prepare to re-open…
as cases continue to increase.
And yet we trudge through it all…
we do so because that is what we do….it is who we are.
We roll up our sleeves and head forward.
Standing still or going backward are simply not options.
And so we live each day, one day at a time.
We enjoy the precious moments a bit more strongly,
while feeling the day’s heaviness a bit more keenly.
As we prepare for the coming weeks ahead of life…of school…of work…of sports…
We say, “let’s do this”—
but let’s do this with God’s grace.
Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace,
that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.