Although to me it goes almost without saying, it should not.
My grandchildren are so happy to spend the night here not because we make purple cows or because we have good toys and good books and chickens and a play set and interesting carpentry projects and dolls and doll beds but because they have all been raised to feel completely comfortable, secure, and loved to their very bones by their parents.
They know that they can go away and come back to their mamas and their daddies and that all will be well.
You cannot feel comfortable in love unless you have been loved. You cannot feel trust unless you have never had to doubt it.
This I know to be true. Thank you, Lily and Jason, Jessie and Vergil, for raising children like this.
I see what you're doing. And I love and honor you for doing it.