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Sometimes in times of fear, it feels easier to jump right to anger. It feels louder and more deliberate and thus more productive. Yelling, and taking, being snide, rude, inconsiderate—in the moment brings about a surge of accomplishment. Look at me, I did something in this time of crisis!

Except, the lasting implications of our actions matter.

Our kids are watching. And they are listening.

The morning of 9/11, my first period class was AP US History and the teacher told us and I quote,

“We simply had too much material to cover for our upcoming AP test to stop and discuss what had just happened.”

The irony of this statement has never left me.

It is not a surprise that my daughters can sense my every emotion, as they are an extension of me. When my whole body vibrates with uncertainty, their little eyes look to mine for reassurance.

Every man for himself, is not a viable survival strategy. We need each other and built our society upon this very foundation, which is why it all began with the word “we”. I am not a doctor, an epidemiologist, a farmer, a manufacturer of toilet paper. I can provide a message that perhaps has been lingering at the tip of your tongue, or a lightness with words on your screen that are not intended to spread panic and fear.

This morning my big girls took turns hugging the baby; overjoyed that she just learned how to hug. Our bedroom was filled with morning light, the bedhead was exceptional as always, and ultimately when they no longer wanted to share, they simply formed one large blob of love. I may not be able to provide some things, but I hope this image leaves your heart with a good feeling. Sometimes this is the most powerful thing we can share.