Here we are, weeks into quarantine, and there is so much that has changed in so little time. In my house, I have a son who is in eighth grade and a daughter in fifth grade. This year marked graduation, special trips, and many events to commemorate the completion of one milestone and the start of the next one.

Last week, my daughter shared with me that she felt sad. She was sad that she would not be able to enjoy so many activities that a large group of parents and I started planning in June 2019. She’s sad, and I felt sad, too. I wanted to make it better for her but realized I couldn’t offer her a consolation prize or anything else in its place. Nothing.