Parenting Is Different Now
Earlier this week, our daughter Cait texted a photo capturing a moment of her juggling her job and her two young children at home. At first, I noticed only Cait’s hand on the laptop, but as I studied it I saw the reason for snapping the picture. Two-year-old Ela was wedged next to her, her tiny left hand wrapped around her mother’s pinky as she typed. “Working from home,” Cait texted, followed by three broken heart emojis. It takes so little for working mothers to feel guilty for wanting more. For just a moment, I wanted to respond by sending a prized photo from her ...