I know I speak for many when I say that this year has demanded more flexibility than we were willing to give and took things we weren’t ready or willing to surrender.

For our family, kindergarten looked nothing like the magical, PBJ-covered experience we hoped to give our son and instead consisted of laptop-centric remote learning and mask-enforced, socially distanced everything. We mourned the loss of time with grandparents, spontaneous gatherings with friends, and a general sense of normalcy where libraries were open, trips to the grocery store were easy, and the airport did not resemble a scene from “Outbreak.”