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.