Like many parents of small children, I reside in a swirl of constant and chaotic activity. Think, “mom, look at this potion I just made with your new shampoo,” and “mama, mama, mama, I need boobie!” as well as the super-fun “uh oh, yogurt!” and dozens of its unwelcome counterparts. But achievement, that is another matter—literally, actions that become matter. Achievement, to use a basketball (it’s March Madness!) metaphor, can only be measured by “points on the board.” Or as this plays out in the real world, achievement is marked by reaching goals, building stuff, earning dollars, finishing projects, or otherwise being “done” and “ready to report.” Having two small children, I rarely feel “done” with anything except meal preparation, and find that in the wilds of this never-ending activity, I rarely get a concentrated opportunity for even a free throw, let alone being recognized as part of a winning game. Yet, everyone says parenting is the most important job around, and it is. But how can this messy madness get genuinely valued in the culture like it matters?