Every year, my family and I have Taco Bell on Mothers Day.

It’s been our thing for sixteen years now, ever since my husband played soccer and we had to cram Taco Bell between church and games as he left me to chase a toddler around the field all day (A *very relaxing* way to spend Mothers Day, said no mom ever). To this day, even if we go for a nice brunch with Scott’s parents, or visit my parents over the weekend, we always work in some Taco Bell.

It’s not a bitter or sarcastic thing. I like Taco Bell well enough, and it’s become a reminder to me that traditions don’t have to be elaborate or stuffy, and that I’m glad my son isn’t three anymore. (All the parents said amen!)

I hope you all had a good Mothers Day, whatever your situation.
I hope you get to establish new traditions and reevaluate the things you’ll spend time on when the pandemic eases.
I hope you’ll get to go back to all the things you love and miss, and that you can let go of the things you only do out of obligation.

Take care of yourselves, mamas (and everyone else!). Remember, this too shall pass, and someday the new traditions started in quarantine can serve as reminders of this time – either as a fond look back or a benchmark to celebrate not being here anymore!