To be eleven during this craziness must be hard. He’s not going to forget missing months of school, swim practice and run practice. A ski holiday cancelled. Told he can not play with his friends who live next door. Missing time with his cousins. Summer plans and his first week-away-camp are uncertain. It’s got to be rough. And now his birthday.
Today he is eleven and we will have a quiet celebration and hope for something bigger and better soon.
Here’s a post I wrote last year about ten things I’ve learned in ten years of parenting.