Permission to Parent Part 4: Voicing Vulnerability
I did not know until I was married that my personal kryptonite was being called lazy. I can still hear him today. I was exhausted from managing a growing law practice, a full and demanding caseload, and my two toddler daughters. I was pleading for him to allow me a Saturday morning sleep-in. Would he please take the girls to breakfast so I could have a couple of hours of rest and quiet? “Don’t be lazy.” He matter-of-factly replied. I rose on Saturday at 6:45 a.m. to care for my children and be productive. I was not lazy. He had
