Week 2 of Stay at Home in San Antonio, Texas
The second week of stay at home in San Antonio is over. Phew.
My teen son needs a haircut. Badly. I’ll take photos before and after so I can see how to improve my haircutting skills for the next time.
“I’m not going to let you cut my hair, mom!” he told me.
“Who’s going to see you? It won’t be bad, promise.”
I keep telling myself and others this won’t be bad if we all stay at home to ourselves. Cheating, even a little, defeats the purpose of giving up everything we normally enjoy doing.
I told my son that years from now he’d talk about this pandemic and how he experienced it.
“This will be the event of your generation, much like 9/11 was for your father and me,” I told him.
“Oh, 9/11 was much worse, mom,” he said. “This isn’t bad at all, I like doing schoolwork at home plus all my friends have more time to be playing online since they’re not busy with afterschool activities.”
Granted, from his perspective– no girlfriend, not driving yet, a 15-year-old whose circle of good friends get together online every night — this really hasn’t impacted him.
So, for now, no traumatic events to endure or bad memories being made. Good!
Instead, I show him all the funny videos I find online every day. Last night’s was this one of a cute Italian dog doing yoga.
Earlier this week, I taught him how to cook rice, how to try out new seasonings (I have many in my pantry). He is becoming fearless in cooking his own meals.
I asked the boy where he would like to go once we are able to travel freely.
“No place, really.”
Seriously? I asked him again about places we’ve been and whether he’d want to go back.
“Mom, home is where the water doesn’t taste funny,” he told me.
What does home mean to you?
Featured image is of a meme about the pandemic being our least favorite episode of Black Mirror, meme creator unknown, but much appreciated.