The Saddest Part About Living in Our “Playdate Society.”

Jennifer

Jennifer is a voracious reader, obsessive writer, passionate yoga instructor and drinker of hoppy ales. She's also a devoted mama and wife (a stay-at-home yogi). She considers herself to be one of the funniest people that ever lived. In addition to her work on elephant journal and The Huffington Post, Jennifer has over 40 articles published on the wellness website MindBodyGreen and her column Your Personal Yogi ran in the newspaper Toledo Free Press. She holds a Bachelor's degree in geology, absolutely no degrees in anything related to literature, and she currently owns a wheel of cheese. Her books, The Best Day of Your Life and The Art of Parenting: Love Letters from a Mother are available on Amazon or Barnes & Noble. Connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, Google+ .

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3 Responses

  1. Audrey says:

    “She doesn’t have friends because I don’t…” I completely feel you on this one. I was having this very conversation yesterday. Loved the article. thanks.

    • Jennifer says:

      Thank you so much for reading and then taking the time to comment. I know that I’m not alone in noticing this change, and it’s so nice to hear it from other moms!

  2. Jess Townes says:

    You are certainly not alone! I’ve heard this from many moms. I happen to live in one of those neighborhoods where kids still roam the streets on their bikes and are in and out of my house and yard until dark, but that wasn’t the case when the kids were younger. And as my oldest started making friends that live in other neighborhoods (or towns even), I find myself back in the role of play date organizer (except you can’t call it a playmate when they are eleven)! I do love the instant friends right outside our door, but just to offer another perspective, your quiet house on a hill would have sounded pretty great to me oh, about August. ?

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