Yesterday afternoon, I cleaned out a drawer in our kitchen island to make room for all of the supplements we’ve recently added to our daily regimen. That may not seem like a big deal, but it hit me hard.

It was the top, right-hand drawer, where, for years, I’ve kept the kid-sized utensils, condiment containers, colorful little bags, and small cookie cutters with plans of making fun school lunches for Isaac and Gillian. (The kind of school lunches you see on Pinterest, with star-shaped cheese cuts and Mickey-shaped fruits.)