Tuesday, 27 September 2016

In which I became “Little G’s mum”

“What’s Izzy’s mum called again?” I whispered loudly to my friend, as Izzy’s mum exited after a changing mat chat on weaning several weeks into term two of baby swimming.  “Err… I’ve no idea” came the hesitant answer.  Long pauses, raised shoulders and blank, embarrassed faces provided no clues from others.  Nobody, it turned out, knew Izzy’s mum’s name. 

Why is it so much easier to remember the baby’s name than the mum’s, I pondered.  Because this is, without a doubt, the reality of attending baby groups.  It dawned on me in this moment that I had