today was ‘bring your 11 year old son to your senior care job’ day because it’s fall break and his dad is at work and there were no options to pawn him off for a couple hours.
i wish we had one of those magical moments where a parent and kid bond over such an experience.
the kid gleams with pride over the kind of work their parent does.
the kid has one of those 'a ha!’ moments and decides he wants to grow up to be just like his mom.
the parent is ecstatic to show off her mad skills at scrubbing off dried diarrhea from around the toilet and surrounding walls, explaining that she is privileged to this life changing task 3 times a week.
deep conversation about the welfare and dignity of geriatrics happens while we ponder how to solve all of life’s medicare part b woes.
sadly, none of these moments happened. it was more like the kid sat slumped over, head resting on the table, dreaming of a better world where boredom hasn’t taken over his miserable life.