Friday Nights in May

Just when you think you’re navigating this COVID stuff decently, your 7 year old asks you if you have his teacher’s number so he could text her when he feels alone.

This is hard.

We are trying our best, but the smallest ones feel it too... and I don’t know what to say because this is the first time as a parent I am navigating something I haven’t experienced.

Cry.

Hug.

Breathe.

Forgive myself.

Friday nights in May.