Lucy Reflects

It kind of crept up, this inconceivable virus that would make other obstacles in my 41 years look like a cinch.

I watched Covid 19 from afar when it began in China. It was a bit out of touch for me to really believe it would hit home, at least that’s how I felt. If I didn’t want to see it, I just simply turned off the news.

There was some chatter here and there … a little bit of curiosity. “Are you worried at all about this virus?” Nope, not really. We joked about Corona beer.

And then it was here like a tidal wave. And things got scary and unpredictable very quickly.

We went from living our normal lives to living a Covid 19 life.

“Can you watch the kids while I have a conference?”

“I have a Zoom meeting. They can watch TV.”

Youtube is now my kid’s mother. So is Netflix, ABC Mouse, and anything else I can stream. Not to mention, no one in my house seems to find it important to properly cleanse their bodies. Or change their clothes. It’s like a cheese ball dust storm with smelly kids and two parents just trying to figure out this new living situation.

But I’m lucky.

My teenager is miserable. We screamed at each other last night on our street, smearing and ruining the chalk drawing we wrote that said, “Stick together, stay well, help one another.”

I am still one of the lucky ones.

I’m not a medical professional, I’m not a first responder, I’m not a grocery store employee. I’m not a small business owner or bartender, or server, or a truck driver.

I am one of the lucky ones.

I’m angry that I can’t see my preschool students or be the on-hand tutor I was just a couple of weeks ago.

I am still one of the lucky ones.

I want to go hug my family.

But I remain one of the lucky ones.

I am not a person who has to worry about hunger, abuse, or complications from the virus.

Because I am a lucky one.

If there was anything that has ever put immeasurable perspective into my life, it’s this exact moment we are living in. There’s no room for blame, hatred, or anger. What there is room for is help. Lots and lots of help. And as we move forward, I hope we can all remember that.

For those in the medical field, my appreciation to you can’t even be put into words.

I went on a drive today and one of my favorite songs came on and I’ll end with this: Well it’s all right, doing the best you can, well it’s all right, as long as you can lend a hand.



Tell us, how are you holding up? What are you doing to make the best of this situation?