Why does modern motherhood feel so hard?
I once spent a month keeping a dead praying mantis in a shoe box as a “pet” for my five-year-old son. We’d all pretend to feed it and play with it, and we even constructed a playground so it could get plenty of exercise. At one point I had to glue it back together when its brittle carcass split in half. For that month, the dead praying mantis was part of our family.community.today.com