I see many parallels between 9/11 and the pandemic of 2020. What is the main difference—for me—between these two life-changing events? This time, I am a mother.
My sister had just found out she was expecting her first baby when I saw her last winter. When I wondered and guessed and outright asked if she was pregnant. When we giggled and wept and hugged in the car. And then lockdown.
I feel the walls going up.
Because three of my five children are at risk for complications from COVID-19, the hardest part of living with this pandemic may be just beginning.