It feels like families with young children are making huge sacrifices as other groups of people are shamelessly defying the rules.
Scrolling through Instagram yesterday while nursing my three-month-old baby, I came across a post from a family friend. He was celebrating his 22nd birthday. Just as I was about to type the obligatory “HBD,” something in his video caught my eye.
People. Lots of people.
I swiped past the video of him spraying his friends with champagne on the beach only to find several birthday pics of him plus at least six others who are not in his immediate family, all in close proximity.
I waited for the rage to come over me, but it didn’t come. Instead, I was flooded with a feeling of hopelessness. It’s the same way I felt a few days ago, when pictures of Toronto’s Trinity Bellwoods Park revealed 10,000 twenty-somethings…