How Quiet Moments With My Daughter Became My Intentional Parenting Practice I am not the park mom. My husband is. He loads her into the car, drives to the park, and comes back a hero. She runs, plays with friends, burns through every bit of that seven-year-old energy she carries around like a live wire. And when they leave? That is my quiet time. That is the hour I reclaim for myself without guilt. When she is home, though, it is just us. I work from home, which sounds like the ideal setup for a present parent. What it actually means is that I am answering her questions mid-sentence, mid-thought,…