It’s hard to believe that we are already two months into this “stay home” reality.
For us, at least, these new routines of excess internet use, excess cookie baking, and excess being home together are not going away anytime soon.
The more others in our community attempt to re-engage with the outside world, to “get back to normal,” and to come out of their houses to visit shops, restaurants, and public spaces—the more our family will isolate.
We are fortunate to be able to make that choice.
We can continue to stay home.
We will continue to limit our outside exposure, with only short masked trips to the stores (if we can’t get curbside pick-up or delivery).
We’ll still wash our hands a lot, put mail and groceries in “quarantine” for a few days, and use a lot of bandwidth to keep in touch with friends and family.
We want to stay safe, and do our part to keep others safe, too.
We are lucky to be able to work from home, with my husband keeping proper social distancing in place when he needs to be on site for his building projects.
We will go out to do what we need to do, but frankly, those needs are pretty limited.
I already cut my son’s and husband’s hair. I don’t think I’ll trust them to cut mine, so it’s progressively gray-er ponytails for me. I’m OK with that.
Mostly, we can be home.
Our son’s day program is re-opening on a limited, careful basis, but will still be offering some Zoom virtual sessions for the young adults, like my son, who won’t be coming back yet.
I’m grateful he’ll still have a chance to stay connected from a safe distance.
My son wouldn’t be able to adequately follow safety protocols if he were to go back. And I want to help keep his staff and friends safe, too.
He might be able to tolerate wearing a mask for a short period, if there was an emergency situation that required me taking him into a public space. But he won’t wear one for long, and probably not in the correct way.
And, especially when he sees a favorite person—like one of the staff or friends he hasn’t seen in two months—no “social story” or modeling practice would keep him from reaching out to remove their mask, so he could see their smiling face.
He just wouldn’t be able to help himself.
His preferred way of saying “hello” to someone is to lean in, face-to-face, never touching, but close enough to force their full attention on him, as his grin blocks out their view of anything else.
I can’t wait for the day when he can do that again.
But video conferences will have to suffice for now.
They already feel like part of our “normal” around here.