Hello Meltingpot Readers,
I have a confession to make. My children might turn out to be complete social misfits because Ms. Meltingpot doesn’t do playdates. It’s not like I have anything against the playdate and I’m not a Tiger Mother like Amy Chua who forbids her children from fraternizing with ‘Western’ kids. But I have my reasons. Up until now, I’ve kind of kept these reasons to myself and tried to pretend that I just hadn’t found the right time to arrange a playdate for my two sons, but I’ve decided to come clean and own up to my truth. Playdates just don’t work for me. So, without shame, I share my five simple reasons why I don’t do playdates.
1. My life is too busy and too full with my own three kids. Just the idea of adding somebody else’s kid to the mix is mind numbing.
2. During the week, my kids barely have time to do their homework, practice their instruments, go to karate practice, and manage their few required chores around the house. The weekends are almost as hectic with karate tournaments, softball games, etc. Squeezing in a playdate requires a type of time-management skill set that I clearly don’t posses. Neither do my kids.
3. My house doesn’t lend itself to little boys playing in it and I don’t have a backyard or a finished basement. If little boys were going to come over to my house to play, I’d need a safe place to send them and my living room isn’t it.
4. Play dates can be dangerous. And by dangerous I mean that when my kids go to other kids’ houses and they experience the glory of cable TV, video games and an unlimited supply of Pop Tarts and other treats that Ms. Meltingpot refuses to buy, they come home surly and angry that they got stuck with me for a mother. Like I need that kind of attitude.
5. Last but not least. I don’t do play dates because we live on a nice block with lots of kids. On any given day when the weather is nice and my boys go outside, they have spontaneous play dates. They play pick-up games of basketball and hide-and-go seek. They ride bikes and last week they buried a time capsule. There’s no pre-planning involved on my part, nobody has to drive anybody anywhere and my living room furniture is preserved.
It might be different with babygirl. Maybe girl playdates are different. Maybe we’ll live in a different house by the time playdates for her come up. Maybe I’ll be a more mellow, less busy mom in a few years time and I will embrace the playdate wholeheartedly. Or not.
What about you dear readers? Do you do playdates? Why or why not? I’m totally listening.