I watch CBS Sunday Morning online at my desk instead of on the big screen TV, sitting in a comfy chair, to avoid political virus updates that go on for an eternity. Thirty years ago this would have been impossible; young children and no internet being the reality of the day. It is a brief island of tranquility, even if the stories are told from a good social distance. I've always enjoyed it, but these days it holds a special place in my heart. It's become one of the small treasures I look forward to and I am grateful for the internet that lets me watch undisturbed, an escape from reality's madness. Maybe it's a sign of aging. All those years ago I was preoccupied with life as it whizzed past me— raising my family, taking care of the day to day. Chaotic sometimes, and there were times I wished to just be left alone, to be myself, for sure. Still, I never dreamed of being young again, the way my mother wished I was, and I didn't understand— then. These days it seems like happiness is in the past. Memories of childhood, my own and my children's, bring smiles and longing. Oh, to be that innocent and carefree again! I know there is still happiness in the world, that there is joy in the blossoms of spring, the good news of friends beating diseases that could've killed them, but didn't, and young people committing to love's promise. I know there is hope. I feel it revived and thriving as I sit down to watch CBS Sunday Morning, and I am grateful for the little joys that keep us moving forward to brighter days ahead.
~Elise Skidmore ©2020