Am I only worth what I earn? - Lisa

Lisa's father had suffered a stroke.

Her mother spoke to her about caregiving.

Lisa works in the arts industry. She loves her work. Creating, collaborating, bringing ideas to life. The pay isn't high, but it feeds her soul.

Her mother laid out the plan. "I can't possibly care for your father alone. And I don't want a helper in the house."

"Your siblings are earning more," her mother continued. "It makes sense for you to give up your job. You earn so little."

"Employing a helper for your father would cost about the same as what you take home anyway." Her mother's voice was matter-of-fact, logical. "So you've got to give up your job."

Lisa opened her mouth. Then closed it.
Her siblings, both in finance, both with families of their own, would continue their careers. Their higher salaries meant they were too “valuable” to interrupt.

But Lisa, quantified only by salary, was found lacking.

Her mother shrugged, dismissing her silence. "You can always find another job. Art jobs are everywhere."