The semester, which began not so long ago, is almost in the middle now. The days were flying by, and I was barely keeping up. This time last year, I was the sole guardian of my son Zion, with a little help from Diya’s parents, and yet I had my life under control. Now I had Aaron and his siblings, Lionel, Diya, and her family helping with him, and yet I barely had anything under control.

Well, last year you didn’t have the man you call Aaron on your mind and body now and then, and you also weren’t aiming for a PhD.

True to that, but I wish I...