This week I
sewed 100 masks to give to front line workers in Utah.
I’ve often
known that saying yes to something, even a good thing, can mean saying no to
other things. In this case, free time, family peace, sleep, laundry, other projects,
and so on.
I wake up at 3:30 AM and work full-time. We have to do intense schooling of our five children who are
home from school during the pandemic. Plus cooking and cleaning and everything else (thankfully I have a husband who does so much for our home, even while also working from home).
But I also
often think about whether I am using my time and talents in the right way. And
Tuesday morning, when I read there was still a need for more volunteers to make
masks, I couldn’t shake the feeling I could help, too.
I signed up
online at
projectprotect.health.
I
picked up the materials on Tuesday afternoon, in a well-executed drive-through system at
the Murray Deseret Industries.
The bag was
full of blue material already cut out, and a bundle of strips of the same blue.
The instruction sheet explained how to line up the notches on the sides, where
to sew, turn it inside out, fold it, pin the sides, sew again, then pin the
strips on and sew those. Several steps for each mask.
Thankfully
my mother-in-law, who gave me my sewing machine, had great advice.
She too, has been sewing masks for Project Protect. She advised me on the best
way to make an assembly line by doing the same step
several times in a row. And she told me the best ways my children could help.
And help
they did. The littler ones pushed the pedal when I said “go!’ and let up when I
said “stop!” (sometimes hearing me say “stop stop STOP!” as the thread ran
away). They also cut thread and pulled out pins. The bigger ones even took a
turn sewing the seams by following the lines.
We talked
about what the masks would be used for and why. About doctors and nurses and their work right now. About pandemics and viruses and diseases. And helpers
and service. And why mom was bent over the sewing machine saying “I’ll come up
in just a minute!”
When I was
alone, I had a show on in the background. I will always think of that blue
material if I ever watch “The English Game” or “Emma” again.
On Saturday at noon I returned 100 ready masks. The two
littlest came along for the ride as I returned the bag by the deadline. Again going through the drive-through system
at DI, following the signs and the women (wearing their own cloth masks) waving
me through.
I rolled
down the window, handed over the bag, heard a muffled “thank you so much!” and
that was it. I had to move for the next minivan.
As I drove
away, I passed a sign saying, “Your front line health care workers thank you!”
And I started to cry. My emotions have been close to the surface these past few
weeks anyway. But I couldn’t help release more tears.
I thought of
those doctors and nurses, putting on one of my masks with slightly crooked
seams that little hands helped me push through the sewing machine. What would
they face that day? Who would they be able to help because of my small favor?
I thought of
the women standing in the sun for hours, directing the traffic at DI locations
around Utah. I thought of the organizers of this massive project. And of the thousands
of other people who were sewing masks in their own homes. What did their homes
look like this week? And every week of this five-week endeavor?
I thought of
the critics of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. My church.
Critics who say the church doesn’t do enough or give enough or donate enough.
Do those critics know of the thousands of church members who constantly give of
their time and talents for free, without saying a word about it?
Then I
thought, did I even do enough? Should I do more? But how can I do more? Isn’t
this something for someone else in a different season of life, without a
full-time job and five young children? Shouldn’t other people be doing
something? Why can't this be over?
I hesitate
to even share this. I don’t want to appear like I want attention for my
service. But I do think it changed me for the better. I want my children to
serve and give and love and learn as they grow, so I must show them how.
Above all, I
want this pandemic to end. And if saying yes to this project helped in any
small way toward that end, it was worth it.