Distance learning is stressful, but I’m trying to see the hidden gifts

Back to school looks a little different this year. My dining room is a second-grade classroom. My office is a middle school. On the first day, I cried twice. One was a good cry, when my partner brought us doughnuts and helped out with the kids while I fetched a left-behind laptop from my ex-husband’s place. One cry was not so good. But my kids cried zero times. They’re teaching me how to roll with it.