Four years later...
The notion of coming back, or going back is thick with complications, mostly emotional, rarely logistical. There's always time to do the things you want to do.
Anyway, pandemics. Am I right? I can deal with maneuvering six feet around people in grocery stores and not hanging out with people socially. But trying to stop my young boys from going near people is confusing for both them and me.
We tell our children the truth always. We don't use cute pet names for penis and butt. We don't bribe. But we also try to avoid having the news on TV when the words death toll scroll along the bottom of the screen. Every day I tell my oldest son that the world not normal right now. And that we have never experienced anything like this in my lifetime. I'm not sure if that's comforting to him or me.
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