THE FIRST EPISODE OF BLUE’S CLUES AIRED when I was almost 3. Now it’s 2020, the year my son will turn 3, and I am showing him an ancient VHS tape of the Blue’s Clues episodes I watched when I was his age. And then he breaks the VHS player, one of the last relics left from my childhood. Thankfully we find the episodes to purchase on demand. All of this undoubtedly makes me a millennial parent.

The last time I wrote a story about parenthood for American Theatre (Nov. ’18), my boy couldn’t even walk. Now he is sprinting, throwing snowballs, coloring the walls. He has no interest in breastmilk; he’s moved onto chicken nuggets and choo choo trains. My family’s needs are constantly in flux.

The last time I wrote about caregiving, the parents I interviewed told me my needs as a parent artist would shift tremendously. I didn’t know what they meant. I thought I would be sleep-deprived forever. I thought I would think about breastfeeding forever. I didn’t know how it would feel to watch a teeny person do something new, day after day, and navigate what to do about it.

I’m getting it more now. Unfortunately, in getting it, I’ve become a bit more jaded.

I learned something recently that surprised me. I learned that Generation Alpha, the children born between 2010 and 2025, have more parents in their 30s than in their 20s. For the first time, like, ever. The statistics shocked me but underlined what I already suspected: Having a baby in my early 20s was, all things considered, pretty young. And the comments I received throughout my pregnancy and still get, about how odd it is that I would choose having a child over pursuing my early career, seem even more persistent.

I fought those comments for a long time. “I can have both,” I expressed with grating denial. I still believe it sometimes. I try to have both every day as I work a revolving door of jobs—sometimes four to five jobs at once—in hopes that one day I can land that mythical opportunity to just have one satisfying, decent-paying job. As a young playwright who’s a mother, how do I make it work? people ask. This is where I have to lie a bit, because I often feel like I don’t—not really, anyway. Since my son was born, I’ve written four plays and have had zero productions.

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