Wood Grain Paths

What do you see when you look at this?

I used to just see a hard wood floor, one that typically needs cleaning. A hard wood floor that I try my best to keep dry when both two footed and four footed swimmers run through the house after a dip in our pool.

Carter traced a finger over a dark vertical line, then dipping down, and spiking back up again. He then proceeded to tell me that this looked like our COVID cases – up, then down, then up and up and up. And then hopefully dropping, dropping, down again. After a pause, he flopped back on the couch and told me that he never thought he would miss school as much as he does. I asked questions and he answered:Β  What do you miss most about school? Are you worried about going back to school? What worries you? Why do you feel that way? How can I help?

He hears the news. He hears Husband and I talk. He knows I am worried about going back into the classroom as a teacher. He knows I have looked into other educational options for him and his brother. He knows there is no way in Hell they are riding the bus to school this year (but he also knows that I have no idea how we will get them to and from, if indeed that ends up being our educational plan for them).

We stared at the floor as the conversation, like a path in the woods that is not quite a path, peters out, the forest closing in.

About Shoes

I am an elementary school teacher, a former microbiologist, a mom to a herd of two boys, and a grilled cheese sandwich and beer connoisseur.
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6 Responses to Wood Grain Paths

  1. Rivergirl says:

    I do feel terrible for the way this pandemic has affected our kids. Childhood is such a brief time, no one should have to lose a moment.

    • Shoes says:

      Me too. I hate seeing them miss out on this part of their childhood. I hate the way this pandemic has shifted how they view the world and how they interact, or don’t interact, with others.

  2. If I think how carefree I was when I was a kid, I feel terrible for the children experiencing this climate of fear

    • Shoes says:

      I agree, it is awful. Our boys are 12 and 14 and have been asking if they can ride their bikes to the local grocery store, a healthy and independent activity that I would normally be thrilled for them to do, but I just can’t bring myself to send them off to navigate the masks and 6 feet of distance and the dance in the aisles to avoid others. The playground in our park has been caution taped off for months, and they have not seen their friends in what feels like forever. I worry about how this will shape them.

      • I hear you, everything is just too much complicated while at those ages they should just be teenagers. We can only hope everything gets back to normal, hopefully then they will “forget” about these months. I know it is hard, but sometimes the only thing we can do is to have hope 🧑

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