He’ll never know what it’s like to be the default parent.
The one who schedules every appointment. The one who notices the shampoo is almost empty before it actually is. The one who signs the permission slips, remembers picture day, and knows the shoe size before the shoes wear out. The one whose mind is running a never-ending list of “don’t forgets” while still cooking dinner, answering emails, and rocking a toddler on her hip.
But I’ll never know what it’s like to be the provider.
The one who wakes up before the sun and clocks in every day. The one who misses school events and milestones because bills have to be paid. The one who carries the pressure of making sure the lights stay on and the fridge is full. The one who silently shoulders the weight of providing, even when it feels like nobody notices.
Both roles are heavy. Both come with sacrifices no one sees. And the truth is families only work when both are valued.
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