The kitchen counter was a colorful spread of snacks — goldfish crackers, juice boxes, hummus, and even some mimosas. In the living room, a cacophony of toddlers wailed over who would ride the creaky mechanical pony, while infants cried in makeshift cribs. After spending countless days isolated with my baby, it felt like I had stepped into a bizarre new reality. Despite the chaos, as a new mother, I welcomed the lively atmosphere.
From the moment I began my journey into motherhood, I understood the importance of a support network. I yearned for a nurturing community but had no idea where to find one. Everything changed one afternoon when I took my three-month-old daughter, Lily, to story time at the library. Sitting in a semicircle with other parents, we listened to the librarian’s calming voice as she read from brightly colored board books. Suddenly, an infant crawled into my lap. The mother quickly retrieved her child and smiled at me, saying, “I’m hosting a gathering for moms at my place. Would you like to join us for a playdate?”
“Absolutely, we’d love to,” I replied.
Upon entering our new friend’s home, we were greeted by a whirlwind of diaper bags and purses cluttering the entryway. There were around ten other moms there, each with babies ranging from newborns to toddlers. We sipped our mimosas while watching the kids explore the toy-filled room, exchanging stories about pregnancy, sharing birth experiences, discussing family dynamics, and contemplating the realities of intimacy after having babies.
At last, I had discovered my tribe of mothers.
As the weeks went by, our group expanded to include around 25 moms and their children. These playdates became a vital lifeline to a community I never expected but now couldn’t imagine living without. From coffee meetups and shopping excursions to library story times and park outings, we played, dined, and shared our experiences every day.
As Lily approached her first birthday, I celebrated my growing confidence as a mother. However, I faced a dilemma: I was utterly drained from trying to keep pace with our packed social calendar. When the weekends rolled around, my husband wanted to go out with me and Lily, but all I craved was rest, relaxation in my pajamas, and time to focus on my writing.
“I’ve already been to that park five times this week. I just can’t do it again,” I confided to my husband when yet another playdate invitation arrived.
That was the moment I realized that while I cherished my mommy tribe, it was time to rediscover what I wanted — time dedicated solely to myself. I felt an urge to write again and see where it could lead. As a stay-at-home mom, I had the flexibility that many working parents didn’t have.
I began to say “no” to playdates and “yes” to prioritizing my own needs. My weeks transformed as we no longer rushed from one engagement to another. Many days, we stayed at home, allowing Lily to play nearby while I multitasked on my laptop, drafting essays and poetry.
I found joy in expressing my creativity and stopped longing for the crowd that had once consumed me. I also became more present for my husband, and my writing nourished my need for productivity beyond just being “Mommy.”
These days, while I may not indulge in mimosas with friends during the afternoon and I skip more than a few playdates each month, there’s a lesson in my choice that Lily may come to appreciate as she grows: her mom balanced fun and ambition, chasing her dreams — and she succeeded. If I could do it, perhaps she can too one day.
And that’s what truly matters.
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Summary: This article discusses the author’s decision to prioritize personal time over frequent playdates. As a new mother, she initially sought community among other moms but later realized the importance of carving out time for her own interests, particularly writing. By saying no to playdates, she not only found personal fulfillment but also set an example for her daughter about balancing ambition and motherhood.