Ask me how I know a woman is fully capable of leadership and I will tell you of a 3am morning, in a darkened nursery, rocking a baby with croup. His airways are swelled, he must sit upright. You rock and rock and rock, his body heavy with sleep, with relief, with you.
Once rest finds him, assuredly, you rise for the crib transfer. But he wakes with a jolt and the tears return. That terrible barky cough. You sit. You rock. You rock and rock and rock.