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There are eight of us who regularly come to pick up our girls from school…
eight agitated, unfulfilled homemakers.
All of us discuss " the something more" which we would love to do when our daughters grow up…
Lament over the Doctorates and Masters which have been replaced by PTA meetings and car pools ever since motherhood has come knocking.
There is a sense of deep anguish over wasted education.
Does one tend to define one's life by his job?
Why doesn't being a mother quench the yearning of the Soul?
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