Lawyer Mom's Reflections
She flashes her grin and triumphantly waves her hand, standing tall on the top of the slide.You wave back to your three-year-old. It’s a glorious afternoon. Sitting on the bench, you savor the crisp air while your little girl earnestly explores this all-too-familiar playground. Another mother sits on the other end of the bench as her little girl embarks on her own exploration. Soon the two moms, perfect strangers, begin to relish their “adult conversation” for a change.“I was/am an attorney,” you tell her (and yes, you do wonder whether it should be the past or present tense.) Okay, perhaps you’re a little self-conscious, looking down on your faded jeans. Perhaps you once glowed in a pinstri
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