As a mom of two young kids, I think a lot about the “Friendship Dip.” Coined by journalist Anne Helen Peterson, it speaks to the period in our lives—primarily our 40s—that just isn’t conducive to forging or sustaining friends or community. Our work is immersive and, for those with children, so is motherhood. Any time we have leftover is spent plopped on the couch trying to nurture ourselves (i.e. binging Friends).
Except that I may have found a work-around: friendship time limits. I’ve started to notice this shift through recent catch-ups with friends. Over the phone or IRL, we are getting much more transparent about our limitations. For example, the pal who is passing through Brooklyn and has exactly 47 minutes to grab a coffee; the acquaintance at school drop-off who can dish about the PTA gossip for six blocks—and six blocks only. Every interaction feels more intentional and more succinct. In other words, women are down to make the effort when it comes to female friendship, but we’re also being more honest and open about what we can and cannot give.

Our bandwidth is limited, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.


