The thing about being there when your kids come home.
My mum was a nurse and a single parent, often in bed from working nights, or on a day shift. I had a key and let myself in from 7 years old (round the back, she didn’t want people thinking I was a latch key kid!).
I felt a bit lost after school, or when she wasn’t in. I didn’t need her attention, I just needed to know somebody was there. I didn’t ever complain, of course.
I’ve always made sure there’s an adult in the house when my children come in. Three days a week that’s me, one day my husband and one day MIL. It’s been exclusively me since March last year.
My kids don’t need my attention, but it’s nice for them to know I’m here. Sometimes they talk about their day, sometimes they don’t. I make them a snack. They do whatever they fancy. I don’t think they feel smothered in any way.
Incredibly fortunate to have the choice, cannot judge otters who don’t.