Every Sunday going about my day enjoying time with my family, I would remember it was the last day of the weekend and suddenly feel a little down. My husband who normally travels every week for work would be packing a suitcase later in the day and inform me at some point how long he’d be gone. He has been traveling for work for as long as I can remember, but still, that sad feeling would creep in every Sunday afternoon just knowing he’d be leaving.
Today, I remembered it was Sunday (cause all the days now seen the same) and for a brief moment I was sad, conditioned to feel this way. Then I realized there will be no packing of a suitcase. There will be no long weekdays missing my husband.
Suddenly I feel happy. This pandemic which has created a new normal for all of us, both restrictive and concerning, has also given our family units so much togetherness. Not all moments are enjoyable; wondering, worrying, missing all that we used to take for granted, but for now I’m going to hold on tight to this happy feeling and let it just sit there to enjoy. It’s just a feeling, but it’s worth more than gold.
This is one of the best Mother’s Day I’ve ever had.
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The Repatriated Expat in Charleston 