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What Does a Mother Say During Corona?
Don’t come home, my love.
Holding my son through a global pandemic when he is across the world tugs on my heart strings big time. But it’s getting easier in a way, because life is at stake.
He’s on the island of Rhodes, in a remote rural area, and it’s a Millennial Nightmare. No wifi, no stores within a mile radius and only a few people in his vicinity.
It doesn’t surprise me that he wants to leave and return to Athens. He has a ferry ticket and I don’t want him to go.
Stay where you are, my daughter and I tell him.
When you say that, it feels like I am trapped, he responds, I don’t want to stay here longer.
I get it. He wants to be around more people. He’s bored, his mind isn’t stimulated, he feels stuck. Those things are all his interpretations and choices, and where he is spiritually choosing to be right now.
On a physical level, he might be okay if he took the ferry to Athens as planned and stayed there. But who knows? Shops and restaurants in Athens are shutting down and movement is restricted. The host of the next location he is supposed to stay at told him there are gloves and masks there and people are healthy to the best of her knowledge.
