A friend told me something rather profound:
There’s no such thing as quality time. There’s only time.
I know a lot of people who are complete workaholics. I certainly admire industrious and hard-working attitudes, in fact I promote it. But a life-well-lived needs some balance, and children need their parents.
The workaholics’ normal excuse goes something like this, “I don’t see my family very often, so on the rare occasions that I’m home, I make sure to spend some quality time with them.”
What is “quality time?” Do you really think 1 hour of “bonding” can make up for your absence the rest of the week?
Building [happy] family relationships takes time, and that means time spent together. Take your spouse on dates; read with your children; go on family vacations. You can’t compress it all into just a couple of hours per week. This is not one of those situations where quality can make up for quantity - you need both.
