Covid 19 Diaries - MOTHERING SUNDAY

22.MARCH.2020

MOTHERING SUNDAY

My son is my waiter dejour. All the restaurants and cafés are closed now to save us; to save the humanity- where humanity in danger humility rules? He lists all the breakfast items with a precision of an aspiring scientist; toast with butter and jam, jam and peanut butter, butter and peanut butter. Butter and peanut butter? I settle on butter and peanut butter. Why ever not! Little things! Things that are little but curicial for restoring my humour.

My daughter gives me a beautiful card. Hand-made, hearts and kisses. Hearts that are perfectly heart shaped and crimson! Her handwriting like black pearls put a wide a smile on my closed face. 

Then a video call with teary  eyedmother in law!

“What if I can’t pay for my heating!” My newly pensioner mother panics! After all heating up a five bedroom Edwardian is no easy feat of achievement even on sunnier days; sunnier climes! Before the Covid 19. Before the gloom! The fear of catching plague or dying of hyperthermia? She swings from one emotion to other! She washes her hands regularly after bleaching the door handles! She informs me cheerfully. Exhausted I put the phone down promising to help in sickness or cold.

We take a walk in the park, my little family and I. Taking pictures of the spring colours and the wrens. It is biting cold so that my son needs his inhaler after a fast scooter ride.

Back home, my phone peeps! Friends, family members! All worried about plague! The greatest plague of our society after the plague! Hyper inflation, the fear of intubation! Fear of sirens of the ambulances. None of us have known such fear before! Plague!

Outside, the sun shines mercilessly cold! Then we spot some more wrens! There is hope. No exhaust pipes throwing pollutants in the sky!