The other day my son expressed an interest in applying for one of those competition type reality TV shows. You know, like Survivor, The Amazing Race or, his favorite, Big Brother.
Auditions and video submissions for Big Brother are going on now, I believe.
Big Brother is the one where a group of people, called house guests, live together in a "house" (it's really a sound stage in a parking lot somewhere in LA) for three months in the summer. The "house" is isolated and cut off from the outside world. No internet, no phones, no TV, radio or music. They are not allowed to have books or reading material of any kind. The only thing they are permitted to do is interact with each other. The "house" is outfitted with cameras and microphones which record their every move, 24 hours a day. We, the viewers, are able to watch the houseguests via the internet. Each week, the houseguests vote out one of the group. The last person standing wins $500,000.
I admit I am a fan of big brother. Okay, a big fan.
I find it a fascinating experiment.
When our electricity goes out, even for a short time, I get fidgety. I can't imagine my life without the internet. I've come to depend on it for, well so many things. News of family and friends, the latest knitting patterns and yarn sales, shopping and, of course, my bloggy world.
If I had to choose to eliminate something from my life, it would be TV. I could easily do without TV.
I thought, what if my son was one of the contestants on Big Brother? I wondered what that would be like.
The first thought that came to me was, Wow, I would get to see him every day.
I'd know what he was doing every minute of every day. Ha! Wouldn't that be something?
I've not had that for a very long time.
One of the things I realized after my son, Joe, passed away was how much of his life I didn't know about. I knew the baby, the little boy, the adolescent and yes, even the teen. But, when he went to live on his own we sort of lost touch.
After he married and became a father, I feel that we were just starting to get re-acquainted on an adult level.
My other son, the one who wants to be on Big Brother, is busy with work, his kids, his life in general. You know it's the typical mother-of-a-son mantra, "Call you mother!"
So yes, for me it would be a nostalgic treat to be a part of my son's 24/7 life. To know what he was doing, thinking, feeling whenever I wanted. Just like those long-ago days.
What you would be able to live without?