In honor of The Sun’s fiftieth year in print, we’re revisiting topics that have appeared in past issues and reprinting some of the original responses. “Privacy” first ran in our July 1999 issue.
— Ed.
As a working mother of two young children I get little time to myself. My kids need me for everything from showering to tying their shoelaces. Then there are the afternoon activities, transportation, and homework. And sometimes they just want a hug or to show me their art project. My husband is a wonderful father, but they still call, “Mom!” a hundred times for every one time they call, “Dad!” Bedtime offers no respite; I’m frequently awakened in the night by one of them seeking comfort from a bad dream.
