It’s a challenge, a double-edged?sword. There’s an assumption, implicit, but there, that my personal time and my social life have less value because I don’t have children. There’s an assumption that I can work overtime, stay late, come into work early because I have no children at home.
And it’s true.
I want my colleagues to spend time with their children. I want them to take them to school, to read them stories, to eat dinner with them. In a great many senses, I’m happy to do the extra work. The years are short. Their children will only be little for a while. Memories take time to happen.
I know this because I don’t get to make those memories. I can tell you the value of those memories because I have mapped the boundaries of their absence.