2021 :: Can You Just Let Us Pretend?

When the World shut down in March, I think I can speak for most of us when I say that we didn’t expect it to last this long. In hindsight, we should have expected as much. But you know what they say — hindsight is 2020. GAH. Joke’s on us.

But regardless of where we stood and what we expected back in March, here we are again. We are wishing and dreaming of 2021. I’ve seen so many memes and hashtags about the utter “dumpster fire” that is 2020.

But just last week, I ran across an Instagram story where someone was saying to just enjoy the moment and to find happiness in 2020 because it isn’t all going to go away at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

Listen, Karen. DUH.

We know. But damnit. Can you just let us pretend? What does it hurt if we look forward to the new year just like we look forward to a new week or a new month? Who doesn’t love a fresh start, especially when things aren’t peachy?

I know that I’m glad I didn’t know that I’d be worried about Thanksgiving and Christmas back in March. I’m glad I believed that we might go “back to normal” and I wouldn’t have to plan covid-friendly birthday parties for my kids. I’m glad I didn’t know. Because it’s too much. It’s too much to look forward to with no end in sight.

So, please. PLEASE just let us pretend that we are on the upswing and that there is so much good in store for us in the fresh new year. I promise not to strip my mask when the ball drops on NYE. But I can’t make the same promises about my bra. 😉

Just kidding, mom. Lighten up.

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Rebecca is an attorney by day and a toddler wrangler by night. She is a product of divorced parents and grew up in both Thibodaux and Franklin, Louisiana. Rebecca attended Loyola University of New Orleans and Southern University Law Center. Rebecca married her high school bestie in 2012. Quinton and Rebecca went through months of infertility before giving birth to Maxwell Lincoln in 2015. In 2016, they were surprised by a baby boy due in June 2017. But, in February 2017, they suffered with incompetent cervix and delivered sweet Theodore Paul too soon. In October 2018, after an incredibly difficult pregnancy, a cerclage, and a whole bunch of bedrest, Fitzgerald Joseph was born -- a happy, healthy, and perfect rainbow. If you can't find Rebecca, you can summon her with pot of freshly brewed coffee or look for her in Target or behind the kitchen island where she is hiding from her kids with a very generous pour of red.

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