Presence Beyond Time: The True Meaning of Quality Time | PeonyMagazine
February asks us to believe that love is loud. It is heart-shaped, color-coded, and scheduled. It arrives with reminders to buy, plan, and prove. But for many women, love is quieter than that. It hums underneath the day. It waits in the margins. It shows up not in grand gestures, but in whether someone notices you when you are already there. I have done everything right. That is the story I tell myself when the house is finally quiet. The lunches are packed. The permission slips are signed. The school drop-offs are on time. I know which child needs which shoes, which teacher prefers emails, and which grocery store has the cheapest milk. My calendar is a patchwork of responsibilities—pickup windows, work deadlines, bill due dates, and reminders to remind myself. My children are always near me. At the kitchen table. On the couch. Calling my name from another room. And yet, I am rarely with them in the way I imagine mothers are supposed to be. My body is pres...