Unfinished Business: Women Men Work Family
â€œITâ€™S SUCH A PITY YOU HAD TO LEAVE WASHINGTONâ€
In December 2010 I was working round the clock with my team on the Policy Planning Staff of the State Department to finish a major eighteen-month project for Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. It was bitingly cold; as one of my colleagues and I walked home in the early morning hours, we would turn up our collars against the wind and play the endless Washington parlor game of speculating on who would take which job as people came and went after the midterm elections. I kept quiet, but I had been getting unmistakable signals that I could be in line for a promotion myselfâ€”to one of a tiny handful of higher positions. I was excitedâ€”and deeply conflicted.
I had been working for almost two years as the first female director of policy planning, reporting directly to the secretary of state and responsible for helping her develop and implement big-picture frameworks and strategy for U.S. foreign policy. When Secretary Clinton, a woman I greatly admire and a truly wonderful boss, had called two years earlier to offer me the position, a foreign policy dream job, I immediately accepted. At the same time, I told her that I could only stay for two years. That is the normal period academics receive as public service leave from their universities; if they stay away longer they must give up lifetime tenure. Still, both my husband, Andy, and I expected when I went to Washington that if the opportunity arose for me to stay on in a higher position, it would be very tempting. I had been a professor my entire career, but foreign policy was my lifelong passion.
This was my moment to â€œlean in,â€ to seize the advantage of being in the right place at the right time and propel myself forward. I certainly had no guarantee I would get the promotion if I put myself in the pool, but I had a reasonable chance; the job I wanted was yet another one that no woman had ever held. I would also have a chance to continue advancing an approach to foreign policy that I believed in strongly and that had become a signature of Secretary Clintonâ€™s tenure.
The woman I always thought I wasâ€”the career woman, the law professor, the dean, the undergraduate who planned to go to law school as a route to the State Departmentâ€”would have said yes, without hesitation. But while the professional side of my life was moving forward, the personal side was more complicated. When I first took the job at State in 2009, Andy and I decided it would be much better for him and our two sons if I commuted to Washington every week rather than uprooting the family. The boys were ten and twelve at that point, in fourth and sixth grades in schools and a community they loved and in which they were deeply rooted. They heartily agreed; as upset as they were to hear that I was headed to Washington, when I suggested that everyone come with me their reaction was essentially â€œBye, Mom!â€
Andy is a tenured professor of politics and international affairs at Princeton. He has always been home more than I; my previous job as dean of Princetonâ€™s Woodrow Wilson School of Public and International Affairs and my various foreign policy activities required much more travel than his work did. And even when I was home, my computer was never far from reach. Indeed, in first grade our older son was asked to draw his family; he drew me as a laptopâ€”not a woman sitting at a laptop, but a laptop itself! Still, at that point my office was only a mile from home and their school; I was able to be at teacherâ€™s conferences and school and sports events, and the academic schedule also meant that even if I was gone or very busy for stretches, we could always manage catch-up time where we could take a vacation or hang out at home together. I was very present in the boysâ€™ lives and considered myself incredibly fortunate that I could be both an engaged parent and a committed professional.
Because Andy and I had somehow always made it work, I assumed we would again simply adapt to new rhythms. But the change was wrenching. Over the span of two weeks, between the time Secretary Clinton offered me the job and I started, we went from a world in which my office was a ten-minute walk away from home to a world in which I left the house at five A.M. Monday morning and came back late Friday afternoon or evening. This schedule was not unusual among political appointees in the Obama administration; I knew a number of other women and men who had left their families behind in New York, Pennsylvania, and even California. Moreover, high government officials who have their families right there in Washington do not see them very often; the hours are punishing, precisely because of the importance of the work. World events will not wait on family schedules; crises pile on top of one another and can disrupt even the most cherished family celebrations. As for vacations, I got one vacation day a month, generous by U.S. standards, but by June I still had barely enough for a week away…………………………………………
â€œItâ€™s Such a Pity You Had to Leave Washingtonâ€
Part I Moving Beyond Our Mantras
1 Half-Truths Women Hold Dear
2 Half-Truths About Men
3 Half-Truths in the Workplace
Part II Changing Lenses
4 Competition and Care
5 Is Managing Money Really Harder than Managing Kids?
6 The Next Phase of the Womenâ€™s Movement Is a Menâ€™s Movement
7 Let It Go
Part III Getting to Equal
8 Change the Way You Talk
9 Planning Your Career (Even Though It Rarely Works Out as Planned)
10 The Perfect Workplace
11 Citizens Who Care
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