By organising playdates, we are ruining our kids.
When I was a kid and I wanted to play with my friends, I would call them up on the rotary phone. If I was lucky enough to get the push-button phone, and if my older brothers weren’t on it, I would call many friends in succession, running down a list of my go-to guys.
“Brian, this is Chris, can you play?” He’d check with his mum or dad and come back on the phone, or I’d hear the entire thing as if I was there: “MUUUMMMM! CAN CHRIS COME OVER?” After confirmation, I’d jump on my bike and head to his house, and I knew that I had to be home before dinner.
That was it. There was no pre-scheduling get-togethers at each other’s homes. Playdates didn’t exist.
This playdate garbage is ruining our kids. I shudder every time someone asks me if our kids can have a playdate together. That word is almost as bad as Mr. Mum. Almost. I’d bet anything that this term was not created by a dad, but we still have to play by the rules while it exists.
This idea that two kids playing together has to be an event is altering the spontaneity of our children. It has become too formal, with set dates and times, rendering my son incapable of calling his friends because he feels awkward asking, especially when a grown-up answers.
Can't I just play on my phone while they play in their room instead of planning some elaborate craft where they end up making a stained glass window just for fun?
It's time that parents stop overdoing things when it comes to our kids. The emails and the special venues are starting to wear me down. My special venue is my backyard, where I may or may not be pulling weeds while your kid plays on our swing set with my kids. Hell, I may even turn on the sprinkler for them if they want to get crazy.