As we all walk out the “new normal” of 2020 many things have changed. Each passing holiday and celebration spent “distanced” from loved ones has taken its toll.  But the “stay at home” and “safe at home” mandate and Mother’s Day 2020 are intertwined for me.

I have been honored, tasked, privileged, and some days it feels like trapped with my mother-in-law in this season. She is a dear 91 year-old that suffered a fall resulting in a broken femur right in the middle of Covid-19! When her rehabilitation and physical therapy was completed, she certainly could not stay at home alone – and I was elected the person best suited to care for her.

My feisty “mother-in-love” and I have loved and joked about the famous story of Ruth and Naomi and how she can’t get rid of me, and I can’t get rid of her. We are joined, till death do us part. But the seriousness of this season has given it new meaning. My mother-n-law suffers from COPD and is on oxygen, so being her at home caregiver meant that I had to have a very strict quarantine policy of NO CONTACT with anyone! None. No grandbaby kisses. No hugs from anyone. No quick visits to the store or anywhere…literally, it became a life and death shut-in.

In Ruth 1:16-17, Ruth said, “Don’t force me to leave you; don’t make me go home. Where you go, I go; and where you live, I’ll live. Your people are my people, your God is my god; where you die, I’ll die, and that’s where I’ll be buried, so help me God—not even death itself is going to come between us!”

These verses became real. What if she got this horrible virus? What if her lungs were even more compromised? What if …What if…What if …  But we chose not to dwell on the “What ifs.” With each day we found our new rhythm of waking up to seek joy in place of the fear. We had more questions than answers. It was not easy. Each day required trusting that good would come out of this season. We have laughed, and we have cried. Life and death have been big discussions.

But in all this heaviness, we have found a sweet flow of conversations. We’ve talked at length because we have the gift of time about hopes, dreams, disappointments, her legacy and things that she wants to pass on to her family. Sweet, cherished conversations. Cleaning out closets. Learning daily physical, emotional, and spiritual routines. We’ve had our daily reading of the Word, and how her best friend Jesus shows up in every detail of her “unknowns.”

Quarantine and Covid-19 has given me a new appreciation for so many things. Stories that will forever be cherished. Memories that will stay long after this pandemic has lost its power. A commitment to my mother-in-love to not even let death come between us because she’s headed to heaven and so am I… someday in the Lord’s perfect timing. We have learned to trust Him with the details…. Every. Single. One.

Happy Mother’s Day to all moms! To biological, or placed by God in your heart connections, to all mother-in-loves and wanna be moms, to single moms, moms of the heart who have lost, to EVERY woman everywhere who hopes that the Lord sees you….He does. Happy Mother’s Day month to YOU!

To God be the Glory,

Yvette Maher