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By mid-August, motherhood starts to feel suspiciously like an administrative position nobody remembers hiring (not to mention paying) you for.
The preschool emails are multiplying, somebody suddenly needs indoor shoes, there’s a form you swear you already filled out, a camp bag has disappeared, the pediatrician portal would like a word and somewhere in America, a mom’s staring at a message that begins, “Just a few quick reminders!” knowing with absolute certainty that none of them will be quick.
So this week, we’re not adding another thing to your list. We’re subtracting.
There’s a back-to-school rule making the rounds that we actually think is worth stealing because it involves doing less, not becoming better at doing too much. AOC is talking publicly about freezing her eggs, and underneath all the political noise is a much more interesting question about what reproductive “choice” actually costs women. Camp Rock is back, which means the content of our adolescence is now apparently family programming.
And because August is already expensive enough, we did the sale digging too. Not 23 “must-haves.” Not a suspiciously discounted vegetable chopper. Just a few things with prices good enough that we’d send them to the group chat.
Two very different motherhood stories hit a nerve on our Instagram this week.
TL;DR: She spent part of the day at the ER with her 5-year-old daughter Mae, who needed stitches. Then she went to Madison Square Garden and headlined one of the biggest shows of her career. What stuck with us wasn’t some look at this supermom doing it all narrative. Quite the opposite.
Her kid needed her. Her work mattered to her. Both were true on the same day.
There’s still this strange cultural expectation that once a woman becomes a mother, everything she wants for herself should become somehow more optional. Her ambition is supposed to wait politely in the corner until nobody needs a snack, a ride, a doctor, a permission slip or emotional support. Except that is not how women’s lives actually work.
The public details of their parenting arrangement have been disputed: Hewitt has spoken publicly about being exhausted and feeling as though she was doing the day-to-day parenting on her own, while sources close to Davidson have said he has been financially supportive and present in their daughter’s life.
We have zero interest in refereeing a celebrity breakup, but the conversation underneath it? That was interesting.Because very quickly, it became a conversation about what actually counts as sharing the work of parenting.
Is providing financially the same thing as carrying the daily load? Is completing a task the same thing as owning it? If one parent has to identify what needs doing, ask the other person to do it, explain where everything is and check that it happened…how shared was the work?
That’s why this line keeps coming up around here:
And weirdly, the Hilary Duff story and the Pete Davidson story aren’t that far apart. They’re both about the same thing The Mother Chapter keeps coming back to: motherhood doesn’t happen in a separate compartment of a woman’s life.
The woman who wants something is still there. The work is still there. The relationship is still there. And the kid who needs stitches is very much still there.
That collision is where so much of modern motherhood actually lives.
A mom of four recently shared the rule her family follows at the beginning of the school year: for the first few weeks, they basically do the bare minimum. They make fewer plans and commitments, they go to bed earlier and make more room for everyone to get used to being somewhere before 8 a.m. again.
It sounds almost laughably simple (which may be why we like it so much) because the traditional response to an overloaded family calendar has somehow become giving Mom another system to maintain: a command center, a snack station, a meal-prep routine, a color-coded calendar, matching bins for the matching bins…
Listen, there’s nothing wrong with any of those things if they genuinely make life easier, but there does come a point where “getting organized” just becomes another way of asking moms to become more efficient at carrying too much. And maybe that is the back-to-school hack worth keeping:
I.e.: Your kids don’t need an enchanting September. They need clean-ish clothes, something for lunch and an adult who knows roughly where they are supposed to be. That’s already plenty.
A few tabs worth opening—and then actually closing—this week:
Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez has been unusually public about going through egg freezing, right down to showing the injections involved. But beneath the internet commentary is a much bigger issue for women in their 30s: elective egg freezing can cost five figures, and insurance coverage remains wildly inconsistent.
That makes the conversation more complicated than “women have more reproductive choices now.” They do—but a choice that costs $10,000, $15,000 or $20,000 is not equally available to everyone.
Egg freezing can be empowering—it can buy time, relieve pressure and expose one of the stranger contradictions of modern womanhood, which is that we keep telling women they can delay motherhood while making many of the tools that help them do that financially inaccessible. We’re digging further into this one.
Read: What I Wish I Knew Before Freezing My Eggs
A recent Parents piece looked at mom who are consciously teaching their sons how to share the mental load someday: not just doing chores, but noticing what needs to be done without waiting for a woman to assign it. Which feels both hopeful and slightly absurd.
Because only mothers could respond to carrying too much invisible labor by adding “prevent future daughter-in-law from carrying invisible labor” to the invisible labor.
Still, there’s something important here. Teaching a child to unload the dishwasher is useful. Teaching him to notice that the dishwasher needs unloading is an entirely different lesson.
The takeaway isn’t that moms now need to take on one more job: raising boys who won’t disappoint women someday. It’s that noticing is a skill—and like any skill, it can be taught early enough that one partner doesn’t have to spend adulthood asking for help. And maybe that’s the real shift: not raising boys who are willing to help, but raising kids who understand that the work of a home belongs to everyone who lives in it.
If the back-to-school paperwork contains a new phone policy this year, it is very much not just your school. As of July, 42 states, Washington, D.C., and Puerto Rico have enacted legislation related to cellphone use in schools, ranging from requiring districts to establish policies to restricting student phone access during instructional time or the entire school day.
And the rules are still getting stricter in some places. Which means the great “when should my kid get a phone?” debate has acquired an entirely new layer: even if they have one, there is a decent chance they will have much less access to it during school.
Jenna Bush Hager recently said her family held off until eighth grade with her oldest despite years of requests for one. We’re curious where everyone lands on this because parents seem to have two equally strong thoughts at once:
Please get these phones away from our children. & Wait. How am I supposed to reach my child?
Both seem fair.
Meanwhile, in news designed specifically to make millennials feel 900 years old…Camp Rock 3 is here.
The original Camp Rock came out in 2008. We’ll give everyone a moment. Camp Rock 3 premieres on Disney Channel tonight and arrives on Disney+ Friday. Joe, Nick and Kevin Jonas return as Connect 3, while Demi Lovato is among the executive producers.
Which means there is a very real possibility that some of us will spend Friday night introducing our children to a franchise we watched when we were the children.
No motherhood takeaway. We just thought you should know.
We hit 30K on Instagram this week, which feels kind of wild to even type.
Thirty thousand people choosing to follow this little corner of the internet we’ve been building around the real, messy, funny, identity-shifting parts of motherhood. We don’t take that lightly at all, so we wanted to celebrate with something fun—and our 30K giveaway closes tomorrow.
If you’ve been meaning to enter to win the MAMAZING Lullapod Power Nursery Rocking Chair and simply keep forgetting because your brain currently contains 900 other things:
There’s a special corner of the internet devoted to calling something a “major sale” because it is $3.17 off. We went looking for better.
Nope, there’s no missing digit. Just a damn good deal to snag before fall. This Cashmere Sweater from Quince is the kind of August shopping we can get behind: buy the sweater now, forget you bought it, rediscover it when the temperature drops and congratulate Past You.
That’s not “a nice little discount.” That’s “check your size before somebody fixes the price.”
Phone. Wallet. Keys. Snacks you absolutely did not pack for yourself.
It’s water-resistant, has a hidden valuables pocket and is currently roughly 70% off.
For airports, field trips, playgrounds or anywhere else where carrying a beautiful giant tote suddenly becomes deeply annoying.
You know the genre: couch cushions, car upholstery, mysterious stains nobody in the family remembers creating. This machine is deeply unglamorous and weirdly satisfying.
We have no productivity argument for this. We don’t need one.
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For the partner who says, “Just tell me what you need me to do.”
“I don’t really need you to ask me what needs to be done. I need you to look around, notice what’s coming up, and take something all the way from noticing it to handling it. The asking is part of the work I’m trying to share.”
Save it. Send it. Edit it. Use it as a starting point.
Elaborate lunches? Spirit-week panic shopping? Volunteering for something you absolutely do not have time to volunteer for? Being the only adult who reads every school email?
Hit reply. We may steal your boundaries.
There will always be another way to make family life prettier, smoother, more organized or more memorable. There will also always be another form.
This September, perhaps the flex is knowing the difference between what actually matters and what we have simply been taught a good mother should bother doing. The kids can have a beautiful childhood without every moment having a production budget. We think that is worth remembering. After bedtime. When the house is finally quiet enough to hear yourself think.
Forward this to the mom who does not need 19 more recommendations. She needs someone trustworthy to narrow it down to three.
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