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Selfie time

Obviously I post about beauty, but something about this image stopped me cold and I have been thinking about it all day.

There is a conversation happening right now about whether women were happier then, whether something was lost, whether the traditional family structure was dismantled for the worse. And the honest answer is complicated, because the problem was never the desire to be home with your children. The problem was what suburbia quietly did to that desire.

For most of human history, motherhood was never a solo performance. Women were surrounded by other women. Grandmothers down the street. Sisters nearby. Neighbors who were genuinely woven into daily life. The labor of raising children was distributed across a community of people who knew each other, needed each other, and showed up for each other without it being a scheduled event. The phrase it takes a village was never an inspirational quote. It was just an accurate description of how human beings actually functioned.

Suburbia dissolved all of that. It moved families into individual units, separated them from extended family, replaced genuine community with proximity to strangers, and handed women a washer and dryer and called it liberation. What it actually did was take the most labor intensive, emotionally demanding, identity consuming role a person can hold and remove every structural support that made it survivable.

And here is where it gets more nuanced. This model works better for some women than others. If you are extroverted and naturally community oriented, you can build the village yourself. You can seek out the mom groups, create the connections, fill the gaps through sheer social energy. But not every woman is built that way. Introverted women struggle. Neurodivergent women struggle. Women who did not choose their zip code for its social infrastructure struggle. And the fact that the entire weight of solving a structural problem falls on the individual woman’s personality type is itself the problem.

The stay at home mother in the suburbs is often held up as the gold standard of maternal devotion. But that image is barely seventy years old. It is not ancient. It is not traditional in any deep historical sense. It is a post war housing experiment that was designed around male commuter culture and then handed to women as an ideal. The isolation that comes with it was never part of the original design of motherhood. It was a side effect that got rebranded as virtue.

Children need parents who are healthy, regulated, and whole. Whatever arrangement produces that is the right one. But we should be honest that the romanticized version, the mother alone in the beautiful house with no family nearby and no real community and no support system unless she builds one from scratch, was never a gift. It was just a very convincing aesthetic.

The village was not a luxury. We built subdivisions where it used to be and then wondered why mothers were struggling.