Where Have All the Little Kids Gone?
One day, I looked up and realized I no longer had little kids. Neither did my friends. We lived solidly in the realm of tweendom.
One day, I looked up and realized I no longer had little kids. Neither did my friends. We lived solidly in the realm of tweendom.
Confession time: Despite writing a blog dedicated to nonjudgmental parenting, I’ve been judging other parents for the past two years. I’m hesitant to even think about the world “post COVID”. This disease doesn’t seem to be going anywhere, but with any luck, the daily impact on our lives will lighten.
Generation COVID could easily become the ultimate Generation Grit.
Like many parents, I’m often overwhelmed by my to-do list. For every task I cross off, inevitably two more rise to take its place. Yet at the end of a busy day, I’m often left feeling like I haven’t accomplished anything.
When I stuck my hands in the pocket of my rain jacket this morning, I found three receipts dated March 13, 2020. I sucked in a breath when I realized I hadn’t been out in the rain in over a year.
Like many parents, my partner and I agonized over the decision of whether or not our daughters should return to school in person this fall. New Jersey has the advantage of beginning the school year after Labor Day, so we’ve watched as state after state, family after family, has made the difficult choice before us. Many districts opted for all virtual instruction, but for others, like ours, parents have the option to choose between virtual or in-person learning.
Was it uncomfortable wearing a mask in the heat at the beach? Yes. But I will continue to wear it each and every time I come in contact with people “outside my circle.”
This summer was supposed to be our most epic bucket list yet. We trekked to the passport office in February in preparation for our first international trip in July. (Ok, it was Canada, and we were driving, but it required a border crossing, so I’m counting it). The girls’ passports arrived the day after everything shut down in March.
2). When He Realized His Perfect Child Wasn’t Perfect
In the places I called home, racism blared with shouted slurs between cafeteria tables and revisionist history classes crafted by the Daughters of the Confederacy.