I no longer read the news. I’ve actually been banned from it--a direct order from my therapist. I got into a bad habit of waking up, scrolling through, and stopping to read whatever tragic event transpired while I was sleeping. I’d feel my anxiety kick in, along with the overwhelming feeling of impending doom. As it turns out, this is not a healthy way to begin the day, while caring for 3 small children.

We are already living out the repercussions of destructive leadership, I don’t need to invite it into my mind every morning. Instead, I let the sounds of my daughters dictate the direction of our day, aiding only to nudge them (and myself!) back towards gratitude when we fall off course.

These mornings I’m barefoot in the kitchen sipping on cold coffee, throwing puffs towards my toddler, locating my 4-year-old’s toothbrush, and calling out bribes to my 6-year-old to stay sitting at the computer. In all the AM kerfuffle, I still get to hear the news, it just comes from a much purer source—in the form of a 1st grade Zoom meeting.

Teacher: “Can someone share one thing in their house that’s blue? I see so many friends sitting nice and quietly. “Suzy”, hit unmute and tell us what you found.”
Suzy: No sound, because she’s still muted.
Teacher: “Suzy, press unmute.”
Suzy: Still no sound.
Teacher: “Try again, we cannot hear you.”
Suzy: (Dad comes over to assist. Suzy is holding a blue object--doesn’t acknowledge it.)
“My Dad told me not to share this because it’s private. My mom got out of the shower and wasn’t wearing clothes.”
Teacher: “You’re right, that is private. Tell me about your blue item in your hand.”
Suzy: “I take bathes not showers.”
Teacher: “Last chance to tell us about your blue item.”
Suzy: “I usually don’t wear clothes, unless I take a bath with my brother, then I wear my bathing suit.”

The meeting goes on like this for 45-minutes. 15, 6 and 7-year-olds and their gloriously innocent oversharing. I marvel that their logic always follows a zig-zagging path, eventually and inevitably tracing back towards losing a tooth, showing us their dog, or that one time they swam at a hotel pool.

I’m not sure what I was expecting to hear, as a former teacher, one of the main perks were these pure nuggets of delight. I think I worried all they would have to share are the struggles from the pandemic, since that has literally been every adult conversation since March. But children would rather tell you about that one-time Grandpa farted in the car, than complain about wearing a mask.

How unbelievably refreshing.

As parents, it’s our job to cleanse the parts of our reality that are too toxic for our children. Just as I needed to filter out the negative noise in the news, I should take a page out of Suzy’s book, and go back to the simple joys of bath time.

We show them the tough parts they can handle.

And they show us the very nature of resilience.

We carry the weight, even though it’s too heavy.

And they keep reminding us to laugh.