I'm a working mom in NYC whose family is functioning better than ever during the quarantine - here's how I've partnered with my husband to share the load

When it was clear my mental health was suffering, our family was forced to make compromises. I paid for childcare just as often as I could, to get work done and give myself a break. Though I I learned to work harder and smarter, I also had to accept that parenting without childcare would required that I work less. As a gig employee, that meant earning less money.

Meanwhile, my husband stepped up. Even though he out-earned me and in spite of the pressures he feels as your typical employee, he took on more of the childcare and household responsibilities.

Instead of going out to eat or squirreling a little away each month, as we were able to before we had kids, we live paycheck to paycheck. It's scary, not having a savings and thinking my husband could lose his job for not staying after hours or making himself available on the weekends — but family comes first.

Now, in the wake of COVID-19, my husband is being compelled to make even greater sacrifices — as have more privileged families all across America. The era of invisible parenting is over, and the challenges of doing both are out in the open. Employers are being forced to be more flexible. Now we're all participating in conference calls with a toddler watching Paw Patrol in the background, a newborn on one knee — not just moms like me, who can't afford childcare.

In some ways, it's been a blessing.

Don't get me wrong, my family is in no way exempt from the fears and concerns facing most Americans today. We worry even more about losing income, and are terrified of getting sick. Yes, we're afraid. People are suffering. People are dying.

At the same time, for my family, the experience of "sheltering in place" has been nuanced and — dare I say — not entirely bad.

With both of us working from home, my husband and I are even better able to divide the workload fairly. Upon the advice of our family counselor, we created a calendar that divides the day so that we're both equally spending our time working, doing housework, managing childcare and taking time to ourselves.

Between the two of us, the laundry gets folded. The dishes get done. We're bonding as a family. At this very moment, my husband is playing with his son and holding the baby while I work. My son's anxious attachment to me is waning, and he is learning that he can trust and rely on both mom and dad. My body feels lighter without a newborn strapped to me 22 hours a day. I can go outside for longish runs, something I haven't gotten to do since my toddler was born. In general since having him home, life is more manageable — and equitable.

Like all Americans, I hope that life returns to normal soon — but not if normal means a return to the status quo. Our society is broken. We rely on the exploitation of some so that others can function and the few can thrive. That needs to change. There needs to be some fundamental shifts in how we care for one another, ourselves, and our families.

This means proper parental leave for both pregnant people and their partners. We need paid time off so we don't have to choose between caring for ourselves or sick family members, or using parental leave for anything other than bonding with our kids. We need flexible, parent-friendly workplaces, including shorter workdays and the option to work from home if that makes sense for one's family. As a country, we need quality, affordable childcare that also takes care of our childcare workers, as well as tax breaks for parents who would rather stay home full-time and care for their kids. Until this is a reality, we need to be gentler on ourselves as I've learned to do.

It's impossible— but it doesn't have to be.