Last week was a whirlwind. We did the best we could to manage the impossible; 2 full time jobs & 3 kids distance learning. And we were surviving, but that’s about it. Around Thursday night, I was putting my 8yo to bed and she was crying. About everything...

She missed her friends, she missed going places, she missed school, she missed her teacher. I let her unload it all so I could hold it for her, but I felt helpless. I can hold it all, but I can’t fix it. Then she said...

“I miss my teacher grading my papers.” And for a minute I felt overwhelming guilt. All week I had been in “just get it done” mode and hadn’t stopped to meet her individual needs. But then I felt relief. This was something I could do...

So, I pushed the mom guilt aside and reset. This week, I adjusted our schedule so both she and her brother have direct instruction from me (nothing major, I read the slides the teacher sent) and I grade her papers. With lots of positive praise of course...

We can’t fix so many things for our kids right now. We can FaceTime friends, but we can’t chase them on the playground. We can Zoom our ext. family, but we can’t sit down to a meal together. We can’t fix it all, but we can find the little things. & make a big difference.