I spent a few hours the past couple of days making masks. I honestly hate them. I’m not really sure they do a bit of good, but they’re “required” in some places and I have friends and family who will always follow rules, even if the rules don’t make sense (I’m the rebel who says, when told that something is going to save lives, “prove it” because I do not like to be inconvenienced in any way. ). I’m the one who inherited the crafty gene – if something needs to be made, they look to me. We all inherited the gene that says if you can do something to help, you do it, and you don’t ask for accolades – actually, you do it and shut up about it.
So I’m not going to tell you about the number of masks I’ve made, or to brag that I won’t take money for them. I’m not about to profit from a pandemic.
I’m also not going to tell you that I think the whole mask thing is a blatant attempt to control the masses. Wait, I think I just told you that I think that. Oh well, never mind, I didn’t sleep last night and I’m drinking a beer so I can be excused.
Tonight one of my friends commented that her two year old wears a mask – and actually asks for it when they go out. I nearly cried. A two year old. He’s way too young to be masked. Yes, I know the CDC says he should be. I trust the CDC about as much as I trust Maverick to not beg at the table when it’s time for dinner. (Maverick begs every time I sit down even though I never – okay, hardly ever – okay, nearly always – give him something. )
A two year old. A child is being raised to socially distance himself from others. A child is being raised to not see the smiles of friendly strangers in a grocery store checkout line. (One of my favorite things to do before this bullshit hit was to make a baby giggle while waiting in line at the grocery store. I can be incredibly silly with children. I know, hard to believe) A child is being raised to never smile at a stranger, or a loved one, because he can’t see their face and they can’t see his. And when he looks at people as less than human, will it be because he was never allowed to see their smiles?
It breaks my heart.
And I go back to my sewing and I use the cutest fabric I can find – puppies and baby animals, butterflies and flowers. Perhaps they’ll smile inside when they see the puppies. I can only hope so.