I saw the statistics and I wanted to know: what can I do, as a parent, to help my children so I feel like I’m doing something other than just worrying.
I don’t know any kid who comes home from school and says, “I just want to put my feet up and rest.”
They come home and grab their legos or video games or art supplies or sports equipment. And, yes, sometimes they grab books too.
They search out activities that light them up. That fill their internal energy tanks. But how often do you do that as an adult?
As I continued to catastrophize, I got really tired and decided that Plan B – to sit in front of the gate holding it closed all night long – was my best option. In my best dramatic Jewish mother fashion, I told the world I would sacrifice myself to save my family.
And, then a better idea came: To practice what I preach.