I’m tired of Saturdays consumed by soccer games. My evenings revolve around baseball practice, basketball games, student ministry small groups and PTA meetings. Loud talking fills the air.

One day when I was five years old, my mother watched me playing house. She saw me knock on an imaginary neighbor’s door and wait for an answer. Who is at the door?

When an American friend mentioned the “Mommy Wars,” I had to ask her what that was. Apparently,  there is a perceived “mothering battleground” where moms pit themselves against each other.