By Tia Levings
This year, the holiday prep was quieter at my house and very likely at yours as well. The pandemic meant smaller gatherings if they happened at all. Shopping was virtual and solitary.
One by one, the phone calls came in –– adult kids letting us know they were unable to come home this year, or choosing, for safety concerns, to stay home on purpose. These were conversations heavy with emotion and also understanding.
Two of my adult children are married sailors; a third is adulting in a town an hour away, part of a different “pandemic bubble.” My husband’s three adult kids have families of their own; two in other countries. We have one still at home, but he’s the “strong, silent sixteen-year-old type.”