Seeing the once-in-a-century pandemic through the eyes of a 2-year-old.
By Bobby Ross Jr. | The Christian Chronicle
OKLAHOMA CITY — As soon as I open the garage door, I hear the sweet voice of my 2-year-old grandson.
“Hey, Papa, I’m riding a bike!” he calls from our front sidewalk.
Taking a break from a Christian Chronicle deadline, I find Bennett playing outside with his Nana — my wife, Tamie — who has helped him draw a colorful chalk rainbow on the smooth concrete.
A giant smile and a few cookie crumbs cover his sweaty, slightly flushed face. His short legs are stretched out to reach the pedals of a shiny blue tricycle.
Both grandson and grandmother seem to be having the time of their lives.
For a split second, all seems right with the world.
But just as quickly, I remember the reason why I am working at home and not at the office — the pandemic.
This story appears in the September edition of The Christian Chronicle.