This time last year, my husband introduced me to the 2006 music video “Shoes.”
When the video began playing, I couldn’t imagine why Anthony shared it. WTF was it, even?
By the end of the video, though, I was laughing. Hard. I couldn’t remember laughing that hard, or feeling so very-not-serious about anything, for years.
When my late October birthday came around, my husband bought me two gifts: a Kelly shirt emblazoned with BETCH (Being En Total Control of Herself, natch), and another with the proprietor of Cunningham Muffins at her very wildest, muffin-loving best.
Those shirts, ridiculous as they might have seemed from the outside, made. me. so. very. happy. For once, I’d come across a joy so simple, I didn’t care about finding the words for “why.”
I was just happy. The shirts brought back the silliness, the spontaneousness, and my kids’ laughter as they wondered, “How is Mom letting me watch this?!”
A week or so ago, Anthony said he had something to show me. The moment I heard the video’s first musical notes, I went, “This reminds me of something happy, but–I can’t quite place what?”
After the new “Masks” riff on the earlier “Shoes” video concluded, Anthony and I searched Sullivan’s store. There were, indeed, “BETCH” masks, and shoes ones, too.
(Were there “MUFFINS” ones? No, but there was still enough joy to go around!)
Yesterday, my family and I went on a physically distanced adventure with friends; it was our first such adventure in this COVID-19-marked world. For the adventure, my almost-eleven-year-old and I wore matching black BETCH face masks.
As I snapped a picture of my older son in his mask at the end of our adventure, my heart was so full. Together, a year ago, we’d laughed at these ridiculous videos, with no idea how much the world would soon change.
But, yesterday, standing in a parking lot at the end of our adventure, with BETCH-marked faces and full hearts?
We knew the world was changed, but knew also
that there is still plenty at which to laugh,
and rejoice, even so.