I hope that this note finds all of you well. At this point, our younger Owls have been back on campus for a few days. Next week kicks off a new adventure as we begin our hybrid model for the older students. It’s exciting but a bit intimidating, too. Because it’s going to be different, and everything feels a little strange these days, doesn’t it?
In Chapel this past Monday, I told the students how I had gone to a local nursery with my family over the weekend to pick out our Halloween pumpkins. We were all wearing our masks, and as we were checking out a young man came up and said hello to my wife and me. We hadn’t seen this person in years, and I asked him how he had recognized us given that it had been so long, and that we were wearing masks. He said that even with our masks on, we still looked and sounded the same. “You’re still you,” he joked.
I kind of liked that. Because if you’re anything like me, you may be spending a lot of time worrying about your kids, and thinking about how unfair it is that they’re growing up during such an unsettling time. I have three kids of my own returning to two schools under hybrid models, and it’s going to be all masks, cohorts, morning symptom checklists and funky schedules for the foreseeable future. But it’s nice to be reminded that underneath all of that, we’re still the same people we were before. My family is. You and your families are, too. We’re still working and learning and growing together with all of the same warmth and love and quirkiness that we’ve always had. We’re still easily recognizable, and we’ll know each other when we see one another, whether we’re wearing masks or not, and whether we’re online or in person.
I’m looking forward to seeing your children next week, either on campus or virtually. In the meantime, if I can be of any help please let me know.