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When we are little girls, playing with dolls, dreaming of being mothers, we ignore the hard parts. We know they exist. Of course we do. We see it in our own mothers. The dark circles, the outbursts, the tears the exhaustion, the bleeding, the births. We have no way to conceptualize these things. We have no context. And so we rock the baby dolls, sing them a lullaby, and tuck them into their cribs. When we are older, when we become mothers ourselves, we learn how amazing, tran