I feel like I'm on a roller coaster.

One, I'm not sure I want to be on.

One, I swear I'm not old or brave enough to ride.

But then I remember that my kids are on this ride too.

Strapped in with nowhere to go.

Literally, NOWHERE TO GO.

And, I remember, that no only do I have to pull myself together, I've got to keep it together, for them, right now, all of today, all of tomorrow, and God-willing, only this intensely, till April 30th.

It's hard not to wake up every day and think, "My gosh, why is this happening, what is the point, why are so many people suffering and how are we gonna make this all work?"

But then I answer myself and think...

one minute,

one hour,

ONE.DAY.AT.A.TIME.

Rollercoasters sure are scary and anxiety-provoking, but riding them also shows you how fearless and capable you are, especially when your children are right there beside you

watching you,

leaning on you,

looking at you

to assure them not only will they be okay, but that this moment will pass and that they will be stronger because of it.