We have three kids—eight, five, and two—and before Owen came along, Hannah worked full-time.
She had a career.
She had coworkers who called her by her first name because they saw her every day. She had a desk, meetings, projects, deadlines, and people who depended on her professionally.
She used to come home from work and tell me stories about her day.
Sometimes they were funny.
Sometimes they were frustrating.
Sometimes she was excited about something she’d accomplished.
I didn’t think much about what she was giving up when she left it all behind.
When she stayed home, I understood it as a practical decision.
Between daycare and everything that came with three young kids, it made sense to have one parent whose schedule could bend when the family needed it.Family
