10/02/2014 06:16 pm ET Updated Oct 02, 2014

Would a Different Job Make You a Different Parent?

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When my children were very young I worked on a loud, testosterone-infused trading floor. It was a deafening and frenetic environment where shouting was normal, activity fraught and language harsh. Every evening I came home to small boys already showered and in their pajamas. My oldest would recall every detail of his day in nursery school for me as my middle son shouted or sang while manically jumping on his tiny trampoline.

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