There is a path forward. We will be ok. That’s what I keep telling myself. That’s what I keep telling others. It’s what I tell my son.
I was nostalgically flipping through photographs from last summer. The ones of my son swimming in the various pools, made me long for not only what was but also what could be. His photos always showcase his googles. He loves his swimming goggles. To him they are everything that is great about the summer. He can see and frolic underwater for hours in end. It represents freedom. His goggles are a piece of normalcy.
I long for him to wear them again. I long for him to lose them and I have to then buy him yet another new pair. However, I know that it won’t be that simple.