I Am Only Inconvenienced | East Texas Moms

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So far, I am only inconvenienced.

If that’s the hand I’m dealt from this pandemic – I’m grateful.

My curbside grocery orders are a thing of the past. I had to settle for store brand green beans: the last can on the shelf.

My kid’s spring break is extended indefinitely. Homeschooling has never been in my repertoire for good reason.

Baseball season is halted; most likely to be canceled.

Church service is forced to be done remotely.

My gym membership is frozen.

My husband’s hours have been cut.

We are living in a different world than just days ago.

But I’m still just only inconvenienced.

The news is disheartening and seems unavoidable. As much as I’d like to hunker down and tune it out, I feel a responsibility to keep some tabs on our situation as it still develops.

With the news I have an ever-changing level of concern, fear, hope, frustration and peace overwhelming me at any moment.

But with it all unfolding and my ever-shifting mood, there’s one steady; I’m continually becoming more grateful, more thankful.

I’m thankful to the neighbor who gifted me eggs from her chickens when the store shelves were bare. I’m thankful for the farmers, the truckers, the grocery store workers. Kudos to the industries that provide us with our necessities and our conveniences. And may we now realize the difference.

I’m thankful to the teachers who are checking in and sharing their resources to make sure the kids are still learning in this uncharted territory. It warms my heart to see the school districts and local businesses that make sure the students depending on school lunches don’t go without even as the closures extend.

I’m grateful to have my children home; to lessen my worry for them. To lessen the chance of them getting sick. To better protect my asthmatic son. To better protect their grandparents and great-grandparents they’d so often visit.

They won’t learn math like they would at school, but there’s plenty else to be learned here.

I’m still thankful for my health. The gym is a luxury. I’ll miss it but I still have the ability to move my body, work out and decompress in that way from anywhere.

I’m grateful that the church was never a building. We can worship in our living room or at the dining table as well as in any pew or at any alter.

I am increasingly thankful for those distancing themselves; called to do nothing for the greater good.

I’m thankful for the solidarity I feel spreading and how amazing technology is. I’m grateful to those people who post positivity for the sole purpose of distracting us for a moment. In a time when we can’t gather and rally – our friends, family and strangers can spread hope and encouragement across social media. When it’s easy or mandatory to self-isolate and feel isolated – there’s solace in recognizing though we are apart, we are in this together.

I’m loving how many people are highlighting ways to support small and local businesses in this potentially financially devastating time. I’m grateful for businesses able to close, protect and still support its employees. And to those continuing to work their necessary jobs, looking for answers, maintaining order, keeping some sense of normality. Thank you.

There is so much I don’t know about the coronavirus or how it will affect us going forward, but I do know we won’t all be able to say it impacted our lives in a way that it was, just an inconvenience.

With that perspective, extended spring breaks, canceled little league seasons and farm fresh eggs seem more like a blessing than any sort of inconvenience at all.

1 COMMENT

  1. Kelly Jo you are a beautiful mom, wife and a Lady just like your grandmother Polly was. You have the family strength of females handed down from your great grandmother (Grannie Oliver). love ya , aunt C

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