They are a motley trio, waiting for their advent day to shine. Their characters though are studded with bittersweet memories.
For you see snowman can’t come along every day during the winter in these parts and these special three were made by Young A and I. So many decisions about what to put for eyes, ears, mouths and noses. Searching near and far, inside and out. Wondering if the rabbits would eat the nose as we have no squirrels and racoons like “Sadie and her snowman”. At the last moment finding hats for them in the play kitchen and Nan having to go running out to put them on. Young A getting dressed first thing in the am to go outside and check on them and their hats. Which was slightly after she decided she was taking photos of the sunrise on Nan’s phone. Like 35 of them!
We did this BEFORE, like days ago when it was ok for us to be in a tight bubble together. Now, even though the risk to our little bubble has decreased (no outside employment for either daddy or Nan for 3+ weeks) we can no longer be together in a household. We could go to an indoor skating rink, a movie theatre or rent a banquet hall. We could meet at the mall or the grocery store and hang out together in amongst other people. But it’s illegal to get together in our houses so there will be no special Christmas morning cuddles. No sharing of their sheer joy in the miracle of Christmas. Blown kisses on Christmas Eve as we exchange gifts and discretely move stockings stuffers out of view into a vehicle. That’s it. This is bloody hard to explain to a 1 year old that’s for sure.
Yeah yeah I know it’s not the end of the world but it’s my blog so I don’t have to be “it’s fine” and write it off into a pretty sunset. I know “it’s just one Christmas” and “when we look back we can accept all the decisions made and let go”… Nope I get to go on record here as to how upset I am because maybe, just maybe, Young A and Little C will read this someday and know that we were very saddened that we had to make this decision. That, because of many other people’s choices not to tighten their own bubbles earlier and without government intervention, Covid19 got ahold in our little province and took off. It was being spread in work lunch rooms, bars, gyms, church gatherings and very occasionally at houses with lots of people in it.
It was a difficult decision. People we know are in Mexico, Edmonton and bunking at Gramma’s for weeks. We felt we could be the exception as our risks are so low but how do we willing set about breaking the law. The argument here is that I do every day because when I set cruise control it’s not for 100 it’s for 106 because I know at that speed I won’t get a ticket. So by that logic and with the fact that the risk is even lower for our bubble right now it’s a no brainer that we get to have Christmas with them. But I would not even use cruise control if the road was icy or snowy and I would automatically reduce my speed to the road conditions. Which I guess is a good analogy to a pandemic and the decisions that need to be reached. It doesn’t make them any easier to swallow though but it ends the rant or pity party or whatever you want to call the last three paragraphs.
Also please note that I truly recognize that we are incredibly blessed to see our grandchildren regularly and for sleepovers and for playdates and just because. It’s a pretty special relationship we are building with them. I have friends who have yet to see their newborn grandchildren in Australia and California and will miss their first entire year let alone Christmas.
We have many friends who are struggling with death, grief, serious illness and unemployment. We have elderly in our lives who are declining. All this in the backdrop of Covid19 when stopping by for a visit is completed in under 5 mins with an open door to winter. No hugs for those that need it, no holding hands when the times are tough.
We have so many blessings and that’s what the kindness advent activity calendar recognizes. So a check for today’s activity of building snowman back when it wasn’t -11 with a windchill of -21 and fresh snow pounding out of the sky. And if the blog post isn’t all light and bright about how wonderful it all is well, that’s real life during a pandemic when people all around are making hard decisions.