The second pandemic Mother's Day

I'm seeing my mom for the first time after a year apart. Many families aren't so lucky.

A mother and daughter.
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It has been over a year since I've seen my mom. She was the last person I visited before the pandemic began, during that strange period in early March when things still felt more thrilling and theoretical than actually scary, and when the man wearing a mask beside me on the plane home to New York drew askance looks from other passengers of "overkill, much?" Half-joking, I asked my mom before I left if she would fly out to take care of me if I caught the coronavirus. Her response, though, wasn't half-joking: "Of course."

Then everything changed; only a few weeks later, I was begging her and her husband not to leave the house for any reason at all. "Are you wearing masks?" I worried on the phone, alarmed by her blasé attitude, feeling more like the anxious parent than the child. "Is there anyone there who can drop off groceries for you?" Only recently, after she was vaccinated and I, in turn, was inoculated against my worst fears, would she admit to me that she'd also been scared.

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Jeva Lange

Jeva Lange was the executive editor at TheWeek.com. She formerly served as The Week's deputy editor and culture critic. She is also a contributor to Screen Slate, and her writing has appeared in The New York Daily News, The Awl, Vice, and Gothamist, among other publications. Jeva lives in New York City. Follow her on Twitter.