COPYRIGHT 2020 DEBRA LITTLEJOHN SHINDER
There’s yet another reason I’m glad this happened now, and not ten or twenty or forty years ago. As difficult as it’s been at times to be an adamant liberty-lover suddenly finding my life micromanaged by government officials, it’s all been made a whole lot easier by the fact that I’m locked in with my best friend.
There were times in my life when I was a mother raising two kids by myself. I can only imagine how hard it must be for all the single moms (and dads) out there who are having to deal not only with their own feelings and fears, but also are having to try to maintain some sort of normalcy for their young kids AND be suddenly thrust into the role of home school teacher.
There were other times in my life when I was married to someone else, with whom I would NOT have wanted to be quarantined for weeks. An alcoholic who, when he drank, either got argumentative or just passed out and was no help with anything. And who drank most of the time, but especially when he wasn’t working. That would have been a nightmare.
Even during the early years of my marriage to Tom, we didn’t get along nearly as well as we do now. Neither of us had as much patience or understanding, and both of us were headstrong and invested in winning the arguments — and we disagreed about many more issues back then than we do now. It wouldn’t have been nearly as pleasant to have been cooped up together without any breaks back then as it is now.
And I’m very glad it didn’t come at some point when, like many of my friends now, I’m all alone. I’m so very grateful that Tom is here with me and that we have each other to bounce our thoughts off of, that when one of us starts to get down and discouraged, the other is there to provide comfort, a different perspective, or just a listening ear.
I am so thankful that, unlike some people during this time, I have someone here to give me a hug when the walls start closing in. I can’t imagine how those who have been locked down all by themselves can stand having zero physical human contact. And that goes double for the ones who don’t even have pets to curl up in their laps or sit by their sides (or swim back and forth in their tanks) and keep them company.
Timing really is everything. There is no GOOD time for something like this to happen, but for me (and I know it’s not true for others), this was the best time. And for that, I am full to the brim with gratitude.