I always swore I would not let fear direct my life.
There are stories I will share when Mama can’t hear me.
She gave out fear like hugs and kisses. That was her form of love.
I have refused to share my fear as fear, so I disguise it in other forms.
healthy foods, vitamins, warm clothes, socks, blankets, wine…
My new fear product is Covid-19 masks.
I envision the virus as a plume of poison wafting in the air
until someone I love sucks it into their lungs.
This is why I am crazy. My imagination runs wild and free.
Since March, I have been making masks.
I work until my hands shake or cramp or my back hurts.
I call my sewing room ‘Purgatory.’
I make batches of similar colors. Right now I have a red and green holiday theme going.
I mail my masks to people who I need to live.
This is really a selfish thing I am doing. Do not be fooled.
I am saving the folks I need to survive. It keeps me from worrying.
Teachers, healthcare workers, friends, family, other mothers, cute strangers…
If you have not received one in the mail you probably will.
I will not stop until everyone I love (NEED) is safe.
I hate sewing, but I hate this virus more.
I guess fear and love go together after all, Mama.
I love you. Wear a mask.