Call me crazy, but I enjoy the ritual of washing my mask. Scrubbing my cover-up in a sinkful of hot soapy water each evening offers a few minutes to mull over the day, and do one small thing to set myself up for a good start tomorrow . No matter how tired I am, it’s something I don’t mind doing. I kind of revel in it.
In its own way, the washing of the mask has become a reassuring reminder that –
I am still alive.
I am healthy.
I am going to need a clean mask tomorrow because I still have a good job to go to.
It has been instrumental in gifting me my healthiest winter ever.
It is a tolerable accoutrement that I don’t mind wearing nearly as much as I used to.
I was worried about these new accessories. As primary grade teachers, we were all worried about them. The children were going to play with them, refuse to wear them, or be distracted by them. In reality, other than the occasional “Please pull your mask up,” the whole thing has been a non-issue.
No different than a pair of eye glasses or a hairband, really.
So, these days, we have one more thing to do each morning. We choose a face covering to wear. This is important, because – at least in the primary grades – a cheerful mask can make a reality that is a little scary a little less so.
Be it polka-dots, camo, floral, or paisley, wear it in style, and remember to wash it tonight.