“Mommy—Don’t go to work,” my two-year-old daughter said, who’d just started speaking in sentences. As I put on my [...]
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“Mommy—Don’t go to work,” my two-year-old daughter said, who’d just started speaking in sentences. As I put on my jacket, she began to cry. I kissed her cheek, and said, “I’ll be home later.” The babysitter fed her, and I closed the door. I heard her sobbing as I charged down the hallway. I had 5 minutes to catch the BxM3 Express Bus from Sedgwick Avenue in the Bronx to get to 5thAvenue and 84th Street in Manhattan.
When I imagined having a baby, I pictured leisurely days, with lots of snuggles and mouth-wiping. I didn’t have a clue. I used to judge parents who “outsourced” their childcare to a paid stranger—not having any understanding of how modern families really work.read more...