I went viral this week: “Naked with Children,” a brief, slightly provocative piece I wrote for The New York Times’s Motherlode blog hit a nerve. (I know now to use the word “naked” in everything I write.)
At our house, my partner and I walk around naked: We don’t bother covering up between bathroom and bedroom, and leave doors open when dressing. There’s something to how comfortably we’ve moved from the days of breast-feeding, to shared baths, to the kids brushing their teeth while I’m in the shower – a connection closed doors don’t offer. I love that we’ve defied the prudish modesty that makes it necessary to hide.