A new kind of normal

I’ve tried to write over the last number of days but couldn’t. Life has changed, is changing, for everyone. There should be comfort in numbers, knowing that we aren’t alone, but there isn’t.

Mother’s Day came and went. A day I wouldn’t previously have paid much heed to, this year was different. The first year without my mum and the first year not being able to see my beautiful daughter. If things were normal we’d have gone off for afternoon tea, we’d have had the chats and the laughs and it would have been a wonderful day. But there’s no such thing as normal anymore.

I worry about my family, my friends, the rest of the world. I worry about the businesses that have had to close. I know how heartbreaking it is for them. I worry about the people who have said goodbye to loved ones. Some haven’t even been able to say goodbye, due to travel restrictions.

I think back to previous disasters, such as the cholera epidemic, this was a big part of Sligo history. I don’t know how people coped back then. We have media now so we are kept informed but sometimes I think that can be a bad thing.

I’m seeing tempers rising on Social Media, there’s a feeling that some people are spoiling for a fight. On the other hand I’m seeing kindness of the like that I’ve never seen before. People going out of their way to do good and help others.

For a few blissful seconds each morning when I wake I don’t think about the virus and what the world is going through and then it hits all over again. A few weeks ago I’d be woken by car doors slamming, now it’s birdsong and calves crying for their mothers.

I remind myself that this too shall pass. We just have to hang on in there and try to keep calm, which is easier said than done.

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  1. I think the majority of us share your worries and fears. I’m trying to stay of social media…hard sometimes. Yes, tempers are bubbling in some corners.
    My family are in Cavan and I can’t go home to see them. My poor mammy is pretty much alone. She doesn’t like anyone visiting now. Only the select one or two gets in the door.
    One of my daughters met me in Carrick-on-shannon on Mother’s Day, and we chatted across our cars. It was lovely but so hard not being allowed to give hugs. But we all must stick together and do what’s right.
    If this is the calm, I’m dreading the storm.

  2. Very Well written Val. There is real kindness and a willingness from strangers to smile and say hello in a way I’ve not been before. A genuine will to communicate as opposed to the perfunctory nod!!

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