When Screens Change, Our Family’s Warmth Stays the Same You know that moment when the kids are finally asleep, and you catch that soft glow from under their door? I saw you there last night, tapping away at your phone, figuring out the latest update. ‘Wait, where did that button go?’ It hit me then—how

Remember last Tuesday, when you found her sitting cross-legged on the kitchen floor? The macaroni necklace abandoned mid-thread, her forehead resting against the dishwasher door—that soft hum filling the space where words should’ve been. We’ve chased activity lists like holy grails, haven’t we? Soccer, coding camps, museum memberships. Yet the moments that stick aren’t the

You know that moment when the house finally quiets? I watch you sometimes – the soft light of the tablet painting shadows under your eyes as school forms and grocery lists scroll by. Your thumb traces that familiar chip in the corner, the one from when the little one launched it like a frisbee that

Last night, I found you sitting in the blue glow of the monitor, re-reading that message from the parenting group. Another article about sleep training methods, another chorus of ‘you really should…’ from well-meaning voices. Your finger hovered over the keyboard—prepared to defend choices made from exhaustion and deep love. I saw it then: the

I saw you last night—phone glowing softly in your lap while our child slept nearby, researching parental controls for that new game they begged to try. Your eyebrows knit in that way they do when you’re weighing risks against smiles. The beautiful, frantic grace of how you juggle devices and bedtime stories… it made me