Safe at Home

Almost a week has passed since my first "pandemic" Mother's Day. As with most things in life right now, the gifts and blessings have trickled their way to my door piecemeal, rather than in one big-time swoosh delivery, as it's been most years.

First there was the cake, candy, and cards, then the new cell phone and colored pencils popped up. And today the perfume arrived! Each has come in a different way with masked smiles, handwashed hugs, and virtual visits--sanitized disease-free with loving hands and big hearts.

I kind of like this slowed-down delivery and pace of life. It gives me the opportunity to appreciate my gifts more fully, to relish the visits that brought them to me, and to anticipate the next opportunity to connect with my family in whatever way is available.

The gifts serve mostly as reminders of the treasured family members who brought them to me--either in my mailbox or to my doorstep. The thoughtfulness of givers becomes the gift that keeps on giving.

Yes, I can't say when I've enjoyed Mother's Day more. I know I've never enjoyed it more deeply.