One of the great discoveries for many of us these past 18 months of the pandemic has to be the marvels of Zoom. For those of us who are retired and not needing to be part of a virtual office, it has allowed us to safely take classes, participate in all sorts of cultural and religious events and, most importantly, stay connected to friends and family.
For me, it has allowed for a get-together with cousins (one of whom I’ve never met and several whom I haven’t seen in years) living all over the country. We live in blue states and red states and pretty much cover all the possible time zones in the country.
Conversing with first cousins who remember some of your most embedded childhood memories, of people and places, is remarkable. Meeting first cousins for the first time is also amazing.
It’s a silver lining of the pandemic and I’m looking forward to it ending, once and for all, to be able to meet or get together again, in person. Finally.
It’s been raining so much in New York City lately that pretty soon we’ll need an ark. It rained with a particular vengence yesterday, which happened to be Mother’s Day. My family celebrated the occasion with a very nice lunch at a restaurant in Greenwich Village. Afterwards, I decided I would slosh my way uptown, or at least as far as the downpours and gusty winds would permit.
I actually made it to 34th Street, but during those 30-or-so blocks, I kept noticing how many people were walking around holding flowers –presumably for Mother’s Day–along with umbrellas.
So despite the gloom and sogginess of New York City yesterday (and today), the sidewalks and the subways were alive with color. Flowers don’t seem to have much of a scent anymore so their abundance didn’t help make the streets or subways more aromatic. But, that aside, it was extremely nice to have them to help cheer everyone up from the gloom and rain, including, I’m sure, all the mothers who ultimately received them.
I was never one of those parents who hocked their kids about having children. Quite the opposite, in fact. I just assumed my very talented daughter and daughter-in-law would continue to pursue full-time careers and not try to balance them with motherhood. In fact, at my 45th college reunion, one classmate asked, “So, Amy, any grandchildren yet?” My response, “No, but I’ve got 2 adorable grand dogs!”
So, in the fullness of time, and a mere 7 years later, I now have 5 very wonderful, adorable, bright, and (mostly) kind and considerate grandchildren, I truly do count my blessings and am enormously grateful to have them, and my wonderful children and children-in-law, in New York City.
I’m heartbroken that my husband of 41 years, who died 9 years ago, can’t be here to enjoy spending time with them, too, and I hope they each come to know about him even more as they get older.
I recently read an article aimed at the “wrinkles” demographic, about the importance of having “meaning” in life, for its health, social, psychological and emotional benefits. Having a close family certainly helps provide that meaning and grandchildren, well, they’re right up there.