I’d spent the last two years feeling like I was constantly disappointing my children in the name of “staying safe.” Our reward should have been to avoid it, but Covid found us anyway.
I almost can’t remember what I would do, pre-pandemic. My mind is running through the streets here in town, trying to picture myself going places. It’s like trying to remember a hazy dream.
Unmasked kids combined with potentially removing face mask requirements one week into the new school year, and you’ve got a perfect storm for worried, anxious parents.
Everything was going great … until it wasn’t.
I was washing the dishes when a wide-eyed child appeared in my kitchen, motioning to the backyard where six little girls had all been playing nicely just moments earlier.
“You’d better get out there,” she told me darkly. “People are sad.”
Seriously, all the cool kids are getting vaccinated, washing their hands, following public health guidelines, and cross-stitching. #InStrankinWeTrust