After dinner, I invited my daughters to come with me and watch movie that I had watched as a child. We snuggled up on my bed and turned on Bedknobs & Broomsticks with Angela Landsberry set in WWII England. Films from the last century, as delightful as they are, are much slower paced than children today are used to. My kids started getting antsy and jumping on the bed. Ivy was bouncing and Eliana was encouraging her to jump higher. I kept telling them to stop jumping because I was concerned one or both would tumble off the bed and hurt themselves. They kept ignoring me. “Stop”, I pleaded, “You’re going to get hurt.”

Finally Ivy decided she’d had enough and jumped back, but instead of landing softly on pillows, she cracked heads with her sister. Then they both were crying and wanted me to comfort and take care of them. I couldn’t say, “I told you so,” because at this point they just were so sad. I am their mom and want them to be happy and healthy. So, when I tell them to stop being reckless, it’s out of caution, not because I hate fun. It reminds me of something else, oh yeah the Pandemic. Scientists and doctors are not trying to ruin your fun, they’re trying to keep you from hurting yourself and others.