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Cancer in Quarantine Diaries: Missing the Crowning of Mary and Looking for Hope
In this time of uncertainty, remembering the Blessed Mother means everything.
May means the schools are coming to a close for the summer. It means Mother’s Day and for me that means I sleep in, I get to go on a run while my husband and children roam the local nursery, choose new flowers for our front flower bed, plant them, and I get to enjoy the beauty of a new season.
May also means graduations and promotions. It means the opening of the pool season. It means the beginning of practices for the local summer swim league. For my large Catholic family, it can also mean First Communions and Confirmations and most definitely the Crowning of Mary.
But this year May looks very different. It means no new flowers for the front of the house as my husband makes the decision to stay out of public spaces as much as possible so he doesn’t bring home new germs. It means my kids’ promotions from elementary school to middle school and from middle school to high school will be done via video. It means no summer swim league. It means we wait for a new date for my son’s Confirmation. And it most definitely means not seeing our family for the annual crowning of Mary.
