A few weeks ago, my child asked me, “What would you do if I wasn’t here?” I think I said something like, “Nothing special.” She said, “I mean…if you lived here by yourself. What would you do?” I said, “I don’t really know.” She said, “You probably wouldn’t have to clean as much.” Holding back tears, I said, “I probably wouldn’t clean at all.”
She is away from home tonight. I have done nothing productive. I don’t work without her. I don’t know what I did with my free time before she came into my life.
I like it better with her here. I know this as I stare at a sink full of dishes, a messy room, and nothing to show for my five hours of free time before bed.