I want to hop on a train headed to NYC to see a Broadway show in a packed theater.
I want to go to a big concert, and sing and dance and bond with other fans over emotionally-charged live music.
I want to get on a airplane and fly far away for a girls’ weekend with my long-distance friends who I have not seen in person since February.
I heard his bedroom door creak open and his tiny footsteps padding down the hallway to the top of the stairs.
“Is Daddy here?” he asked, as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.
“No,” I replied. “He is at work.”
I watched as his little face crumpled and the tears welled.
“But he didn’t say goodbye to me,” he cried.
My daughter had an amazing first week of remote schooling, and it is all because of her amazing teachers and paraprofessionals.
This is a crazy, exhausting time for all of us.
Teachers are doing things that have never been done before to educate our kids and give them a sense of normalcy and routine. And, it is working. My daughter’s smile proves it.