Every kid is different. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every parent is different. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Heck, every hour is different.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That means that we as parents are called up on to be flexible and empathetic and creative and all the flipping things, all at once. And what I’ve learned is that it is next to impossible to be all those things at once while dealing with our own complicated jumble of emotions. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I find myself wishing I had a masters in public health, a dual degree in child development and psychology, culinary training, and a crystal ball. I have none of those. And if it motivates you to know that Shakespeare wrote King Lear while in quarantine, that’s awesome, but I’m no Shakespeare and even if I was, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that Bill probably wasn’t wondering how Lear would tell Cordelia that prom and graduation were unlikely to happen but we don’t now anything for sure right now. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, what’s I’ve learned is that really all any of us can do is take it one step at a time. This has become my theme song:<\/p>\n\n\n\n