It's a good one, if one I need a few more days and a lot more tequila before I can fully address. In the meantime, what I will say is how surprised I am about how useful some lawyering skills are in my daily life, especially now as Master P enters toddlerdom.
No, for real. I'm being serious. Mostly.
I'll even break it down for you in lawyerly bullet points - be nice, or else I'll put it in outline form with Roman numerals and subheadings too. In any event, I find that I . . .
- can negotiate with unreasonable (and often short) people like it's my job;
- never ask a question to which I don't either (a) know the answer or (b) want to know the answer;
- cleverly disguise orders as two options, luring opposing counsel / toddler into false sense of power (granted, nowadays both options tend to be lead to happy things like "wearing pants", but . . . );
|At the dawn of my legal career, inspired by the pursuit of justice and unusually large collars (apologies for awful photo quality, etc.)|
- can read the same thing over and over (AND OVER - hello there, Sandra Boynton) again;
- have a high threshold for boredom (see point #2); not that staying at home is dull, but there are some loooong moments and the occasional day
- enjoy running my own department of one, from scheduling to budget (ok, I'm significantly less good at the latter, but I'm learning);
- can endure. If I can pass two - count 'em, TWO - Bar exams, thankyouverymuch, and serve seven years in a profession I cheerfully despised, I sure as Hell can outlast a tantrum, though there are days when those seem longer and infinitely more tedious than drafting yet another confidentiality agreement.
How about you - can you pinpoint something about your job, then or now, that helps how you parent?