If we have started to think of a child as anxious, we may notice every moment of worry and miss the tiny flashes of courage. Not because we are bad parents. Not because we are not paying attention. Because that is what minds do…they look for evidence that confirms the story they already know.

But summer strips away the school-year context and shows you a different version of your child. One that does not always fit neatly into the story you have been carrying since September.

Optimism as a muscle you build over time, not a personality trait you either have or do not. That reframe matters. Because it means it is available to all of us. Including on the days when it does not come easily.

This does not mean we need to be endlessly positive. That would be exhausting, and not especially honest. It means we can help children see that more than one thing can be true at the same time.

You are getting enough sleep. Or close enough. You are going to bed at a reasonable hour, waking up at a reasonable hour, doing the things you are supposed to do. And you are still exhausted. Not tired in the way a good weekend away would fix. Tired in a way that seems to sit underneath everything, that rest does not seem to touch, that you have quietly started to wonder might just be who you are now.