Is it possible, just possible, that we attempt to measure our love through the things that we do for our children? Diaper changing. Tear wiping. Bath giving. Lullaby singing. Laundry folding. Is it possible that we take inventory of all these tangible, quantifiable, time-consuming activities, then add them up and say, “look how much I love you! Look how much I’ve done for you!”
And if so, is it possible that the issue burdening working parents is not the one we tend to discuss?
I am frequently asked whether I’m worried that Thalia appears to love her daddy more than she does me. Perhaps what I should be contemplating is whether I’m worried that her daddy appears to love Thalia more than I do.