Motherhood got hijacked by capitalism. Book fairs, field trips, fast food, spirit-week costumes — everything has a price tag now. And every “no” is treated like neglect. But I’m not falling for it. This week’s essay on Her Wilde Journal is for every parent who’s tired of performing for a system that profits off our exhaustion. 💡 My Kids Ain’t Got McDonald’s Money Because love doesn’t live in receipts. It lives in presence.











