
Today I decorated spoons with my children. Yes, spoons. For Spoonville.
Spoonville is a village of spoons that was created in our community in Melbourne, because we are desperately trying to find ways to fill the endless days in lockdown.
So we found wooden spoons, we decorated them, placed our masks on and went for a walk in the limited time we are allowed out to exercise.
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As I looked around Spoonville, I could see a reflection of this lockdown. I saw spoons with masks drawn on. Spoons donning medical scrubs and capes. Spoons just standing quietly side by side, not touching but united together.
I saw optimism in the sparkles and the glitter. An invisible hand reaching out, a shared connection, a sense of community.
Children doing what they do best. Providing us with hope.
I saw myself in those spoons. Just trying to stay upright, quiet, waiting.
I squeezed my child’s hand as I fought back the tears. "Great," I thought. "Now I’m crying at f**king spoons."