“So, what do you do all day?” A longtime friend genuinely asked me after a hectic week of chasing around two active boys under the age of two while pregnant with my third. I did not know what to say. She had two young boys, too, but also worked a full-time job. Her schedule looked different than mine. Busy, but different. I had no words. I thought she would be able to relate, but our lives were not the same. The late nights of dying our hair random colors and going out for a quick coffee were gone—or at least growing fewer in number. We were now married. With kids. I was not surprised that our friendship had changed. We had new responsibilities. New concerns. New worries. What surprised me was the loss of connection. Even though we both had entered into a similar stage of life, we were doing it differently, and I could sense the gap growing stronger with every tense conversation. It wasn’t even about the difference of opinion about being a stay-at-home or working mom...