The most important thing I learned from twenty years in leadership? Nothing prepares you for a two-year-old. And you know what? That’s the greatest, most beautiful truth of all.
I wanted this. I really did. I prayed to be a boy mom, and the universe delivered the most gloriously, perfectly boyish boy—the kind who considers a dirt puddle a personal invitation and believes gravity is optional for snacks. But between the pure, blinding love and the occasional moment of existential dread, there is the laundry.
The Great Sock Conspiracy…