Where's the girl that once I was? I hear that sentiment frequently from friends approaching midlife. But I never heard it from my mother or the women in the neighborhood, and that wasn't just because they didn't go around paraphrasing Broadway musicals. Unlike Baby Boomer women, dear old Mom just soldiered on without theorizing too much about it. She didn't look for meaning in a diaper, or make distinctions between quality vs. quantity time. She wished she were not so plump, but it would have never entered her mind to take two hours out of her day to jump around to...
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