“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
