It’s Thursday night and your car spins into the parking lot of the school for your child. You hurriedly park, grab your car keys, and rush out the car into the school building. You speed walk into your child’s classroom, grab them by the hand, and then rush back into the car to fight the evening traffic. Once you arrive home it is like a mad dash – homework, dinner, wiping of noses and/or tears, cleaning up after everyone, brief moments of adult conversation (if you’re lucky), baths, story time, and then bed. As you sink into the chair or your bed later that night, you may wonder whether you actually spent any quality time with your child or rather did you just participate in a human assembly line of child rearing tasks?