I despise the term “playdate”.
When I was a kid, we just played with kids. My parents would toss us outside and we would have to find something to do. Usually, we played with the kids who’s parents tossed them outside. Other times, the phone would ring, and a little voice would say, “Do you want to come over and play?” Your parent would drop you off, and you hoped they would come back in a couple hours. Nowadays, there is no tossing your kids outside, for fear of who is lurking out there. I never let my kids go out alone. Ever. I would never ever drop my child\ren off with someone I do not know well, either. Because frankly, we live in a world where you just don’t know. Therefore, all play time is scheduled with another child, children or family. Most are scheduled at least a week in advance. Drink and snack are normally provided. Constant entertainment is provides as well. This new method seems so… high-strung to me. So… sterile.
I like getting together with other Moms, don’t misunderstand. I wish I did it more in fact. I often feel isolated being a stay-at-home Mom. 95% of my time is spent interacting with children ages 5 and under. It can get quite lonely. Enough of that nonsense, back to the “playdates”. I generally like to have “playdates” at the park. I give them water, or juice from a sippy cup. Let them run wild, and then bring ’em home. Easy peasy.
I miss the old days when kids just played.