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.
Without this Christmas gift system, I really feel like it would be difficult to know where to stop. I’d probably keep picking things up because they were cute, or fun, or a good price, etc. until I had way too much.
My children have grown up smiling through the pages of newspapers across Atlantic Canada, and now they have a thick scrapbook of brightly coloured newspaper clippings to look back on — a storybook of their younger kids, captured forever on newsprint.
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.”