The second Sunday in May is the one day of the year specifically set aside to honor our mother. If yours is still with you, it will be the most unusual occasion ever experienced. You won’t be able to physically see her if she’s in a nursing or assisted living home. Perhaps some such facilities will allow visitation, but most will probably discourage it or completely ban it in an attempt to ward off COVID-19.


Then there’s the concern about purchasing cards, candy, a cake and flowers. Is it safe to buy these items and send them to your mother? Is it worth the risk of entering stores and perhaps catching coronavirus and then passing it along to your mom when she opens the gifts? Prior to this year, such questions would have been absurd. Nobody in their right mind would have given them a second thought.


But everything is crazy now. Everything is upside down. People are afraid to hug their friends, shop for groceries, enter barbershops and hair salons, get a pedicure or go to the dentist. A hundred other activities once considered “normal” now have the potential to become “lethal.” We no longer trust things we formerly took for granted. Daily life has morphed into something beyond recognition.


Perhaps this year a phone call is the only safe contact to have with your mother. If she’s coherent, she will understand. If she suffers from dementia, she may not be aware that Sunday is Mother’s Day so she won’t be disappointed if you don’t visit her. These are strange, uncharted waters we’ve entered and the sailing is rough. Navigation is unknown even to the most experienced experts.


If your mother, like mine, is no longer with you Sunday will be a day for remembering her and recalling happier times. Mom was the most important person in my life when I was growing up. She encouraged me in whatever I wanted to do. I miss her on Mother’s Day and think of her almost every day. Her passing never diminished my love and respect for her and time has not dimmed her memory.


When I married and left home, I missed her and made sure to write letters at least twice a week. Long distance calling was expensive and kept to a minimum. The company my husband worked for allowed employees to use one phone to make out-of-state calls. This was a blessing as his wages were slim and employment opportunities for me were non-existent in Colorado Springs. Mother’s Day was even more special than Christmas and that phone call was the most important one of all.


Happy Mother’s Day and God bless every mom reading this. Stay well and know your loved ones have not forgotten you.