I was two hours into hosting a brunch playdate with a few other couples and our respective first babies, cleaning up the remnants of our unwieldy everything bagels, when I realized that I had not been asked a single question all morning.
It was New York at the height of the Lean-In era, and we were a bunch of ambitious 30-somethings, so the conversation naturally centered around everyone’s jobs. In this case, we were all in the technology field—at least, up until now, we had been. Only a handful of months before, I’d left my job as the head of marketing at a start-up to focus on my family. Rocking my son in the quiet of those early nights, though tiring, brought a sense of peace—a new type of on-the-job learning, and fulfillment that I had been missing in the workforce. My husband and I ran the math on childcare, …