At age 12 or so I was greatly distressed about something when I got home from school. My mother was a working mom, and I was always envious of my friends whose mothers were at home when they got back. I called my mom at work crying as I was dialing. I have no recollection of what I was upset about, but I recall sobbing into the phone when my mom finally answered 'Mom, do you have time to talk to me?'. My mom's response has stayed with me for years, throughout my own experiences as a dual career mom. She said 'But, of course. For you, I always have time.'