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.”
The guilt trip always comes at bedtime. “You’re always working. I feel like I never see you!” There are tears, too. Our daughter only just turned nine, but she already knows how to twist the knife.
Sometimes I cry, thinking about how this pandemic is scarring their childhoods. They can’t play tag (no touching!) or run a lemonade stand (germs!) or crowd together in a tree fort (social distancing!).
When your child is wonderful at something new and unexpected, it’s like you’re seeing them again for the first time.