I so often hear that the COVID pandemic is unprecedented and our way so unpredictable.
I was very fortunate in growing up with my grandmothers just around the corner from my home. They had both been widowed early in life and stayed in in my little hometown to raise their families.
They were born in the late 1800s. I always remember them as being quintessentially grandmotherly. I helped them tend their gardens, cut their grass, and went to their homes for Sunday lunch.
On their porches I cracked pecans, pealed June peaches, rocked in chairs, and heard their stories and advise.
Advise on life that had come from living their own.
Imagine, they came into young adulthood during the First World War and the Spanish flu. They both raised families during the ten years of the Great Depression. Then in 1941, sent their young people again off to war, while the basics of life were rationed on the home front.
As a child, I once asked my grandmother why people used to have so many kids. She unflinchingly replied, we didn’t expect them all to make it.
But then; the GI Bill, prosperity, humans walking on the moon, and seeing a world in which their grandchildren could do whatever they were willing to put their minds to.
In these women I saw such a sense of self-worth, determination, of unconditional love that could have only risen out of daily putting one foot in front of the other, knowing there would be a better day.
COVID is part of the human condition. It will bring out the worst in some but the best in many. It will be hardest on those with the least and should ask more of those who have the most.
Let’s wish not to just rush back to where we were, because where we were is part of where we are.
Our past predicts that we will be more innovative, more appreciative of one another, more respectful of what we have, and more resilient as we move toward a brighter place.
Thanks again for everything that everyone is doing.