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The media is full of reminders that a year ago today, our kids went to in-person school for the last time, and the world shut down (a “two-week shutdown” we said). I remember this clearly, because nine years ago today I gave birth to Ali Unicorn Bear Sage Young Rosen (some of those names may have been added by the erson in question). It was a year with odd toilet paper hoarding, the canceling of life as we knew it, the debate over masks, denial and lies from our Commander-in-Chief, the introduction of remote learning, ZOOM!, loneliness, stress, deaths – so many deaths. I loved President’s Biden’s first address to We the People last night. “Finding the light in the darkness is a very American thing to do,” he reminded us. Note: not denying or glossing over the darkness, but entering in to it. How else can we find the light? Biden shared that every day he carries a card with his schedule in his pocket (so retro!). On the back of this card he writes the new daily number of American COVID deaths. He humanizes this number as “Husbands, wives, sons and daughters, grandparents, friends, neighbors, young and old.” My mind fills with stories of how Lincoln felt similarly weighed down by the deaths of those he was leading. The price of living through a historic time is that things are different, darker. Although we have lost friends to COVID, my family is lucky to still be healthy. We were not as lucky financially. Having a small marketing business when society shut down took its toll. We are among many who left LA for more opportunity. (After we explained how the cost of living elsewhere would allow us to have a house that is twice the size at half the cost, with a pool & jacuzzi thrown in, and a nationally ranked school down the road, our next door neighbors told us we influenced them to move out of Los Angeles too. Their home is currently in escrow.) This is the reward of living through a historic time: we see ourselves differently. We’ve had to do things differently, reinvent parts of ourselves. I suspect I am one of many holed up writing a book. Likewise, I believe there will be a plethora of great music and art to emerge from this time of isolation. This time of isolation has also forced me to look at my relationship to time. Time….I look at my joyful 9-year old and realize the bad news is that time flies. I wish I could stop time to keep this fun and sweet little girl with me. The good news is that we’re the pilot. We set the course, the priorities that dictate both our days now and our days to come. She will age and change, but I can build a closeness that grows with her. I was talking to my mom on Monday and she mentioned that her walking was worse than my dad’s, who was newly home from hospital after his fall. “Why don’t you go see the chiropractor?” I asked. “It’s not the right time!” she protested. I countered: “What? It’s much better to be proactive and get help before you develop a serious condition!” She insisted, “I’ll go down the road. As Fr. George always says, Live in this moment.” And thus she ended the conversation. (Silly me. It never goes well when I advise my mother. Will I ever learn?). Hours after our talk, Mom fell and broke her femur. She had successful surgery on Wednesday, but is still in hospital and has a long long road of rehab ahead of her. To live in the moment, this moment, is not to be accepting and passive, as my Mom taught me and still believes. To live in this moment of time is to be aware. To notice the leak BEFORE we have a flood on our hands. To be conscious that our four-year old is having problems in preschool BEFORE it affects his self-esteem in kindergarten. To be mindful of our pre-teen’s frustrations BEFORE she hits puberty and hormones get thrown in to the mix. From recent testing, Ali was assessed a year behind in math. As her English-major mom, I feel partly responsible. I encourage and work with her on her literacy (she is testing fourth grade in reading). But math? Luckily, as a third grader, if we are diligent, we can get her back on track, because as time goes on, it will become harder and harder for her to catch up. And a defeated mindset will seal her fate. As the poet Carl Sandburg said, “Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful, lest you let other people (and, let’s be honest, built-up circumstances) spend it for you.” Time: both healer and killer of us all. Best be aware of it in order to spend it wisely, or it leaves us with many regrets.
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Lauri
3/13/2021 02:49:35 pm
This quote, "Time is the coin of your life," also makes me think about the two-sided nature of a coin. The way that the days are long, but the years are short (so true, even in this pandemic year - it felt so long, and yet, it's already been a year!). The way that we have learned to take pleasure in the smallest things, when so much around us has been depressing.
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Steph
3/13/2021 03:48:30 pm
Lauri - YES!! So profound!! Isn't that THE quote when the kids are young....those long days and you turn around and miss the babies!
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