When I first became immersed in modern parenting culture, I
shuddered at the notion of "playdates" and "playgroups." Why the
rotating schedule? Why the detailed organization? Why all the hugging
and muffins? Why bother?
I learned quickly, though, that the
house becomes a prison, the park gets old and it’s easy to overspend at
Target when you’re going there three times a week just to kill time.
I have embraced the playgroup ever since.
Still,
I find them to be an imperfect solution, these weekly playgroups. In
the same way you can’t choose your own family, playgroups are a
crapshoot. You take what you can get. And what you get, I realized
(after belonging to thousands in three different cities with two
different kids), is pretty much the same. In blog format, I present you
with the playgroup prototype:
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