Emotional Pandemic
I cried today. I'm not even sure what day or date "today" is. All I know is it's today, and I cried - and that's not something I allow myself to do consistently. We may be quarantined amidst a global pandemic, but I still don't have time for that. My seven year old daughter had a simple assignment: To write a letter. Start with a greeting, move on to the body, a quick closing (like "love" or "your friend"), and your signature. Pick a person - any person! - and drop a letter in the mail today. Simple, short and sweet. She chose her best gal pal, who lives less than five minutes away from us. She dated the top right corner, quickly spelled out her greeting in her best handwriting, then stared at the paper. I held the silence for a few seconds. "Well, what would you like to say to her?" "I don't know," she said flatly. "I'm tired. I don't want to do this." I paused before I responded. I