“From the toddler stage we moved into the little boy stage. The stage where Nathan was learning to become independent. Learning about things he liked and disliked, and teaching us to accommodate his needs as they came along. We were working diligently to help him navigate life with Autism, and he started to be able to do more things for himself. But he still needed some help. He still needed me. He still needed that Happy Meal.”

WSV Columnist Steph Hightree writes, “Most of all, I have learned I never want to be a teacher, and that teaching is a thankless profession. We really need to give these teachers a little more grace and credit than we are giving them in this unprecedented time. Teaching in a normal environment is hard enough but teaching remotely during a pandemic? It’s nearly impossible.”

“This time of the year can be a challenge. But I hope my children see all of the little details I put into making it the best Christmas for them. I hope they know how much I love them, and I hope one day I will realize I really do enjoy all of the behind-the-scenes work it takes to make wonderful memories and traditions. I guess all I really want for Christmas is a nap and for someone else to do the dishes after dinner. Is that really too much to ask for?”

“I’ve said this in almost every column I have written but it will always be true, being a mom is hard. But being a mom in the middle of a pandemic is close to impossible. My children are 13 and 10, so they have questions and concerns of their own. I can’t sugarcoat things anymore. I have to tell them the truth or else they will inevitably call me out.”

“I think this year I have a different sense of motivation to complete a summer bucket list. With the quarantine that we have all endured it has been hard to feel like you’ve accomplished anything. You can feel bored and unmotivated. But this year more than anything I WANT to complete something. I want to feel like I started a project and finished it. So I’m challenging myself to find the best bucket list for us and to work hard to complete it with my children.”

“My days are filled with manic highs and mind-numbing lows. There are days where I am just ‘fine’ and days where I can barely get off the couch. There are days where I feel like I am drowning and being swallowed up by sadness. Of course on these days parenting is the hardest. Thinking and breathing hurts. Doing anything hurts. Parenting is the last thing on my mind. I can hardly take care of myself, so how do I take care of another human being?”