You get 18 summers. Then they're visiting.
You get 940 weekends. Then they have their own.
You get 6,570 bedtimes. Then silence.
Time is the only real currency of parenthood. Spend it wisely.
You can't earn more.
I’m not kidding: those who delegate all their writing, thinking and creative expression to machines are going to wake up one day and discover that they can no longer write or think. You need to make your own art. You need to keep your brain working. You need to stay human.