Just because you have had a baby doesn’t mean you want to retire from the world; mothering is invisible enough in many ways without feeling exiled from cafes and society. Now that my baby has had her first birthday, I feel ready to make some pronouncements about the nicest excursions we’ve had in our neighbourhood!
Posts from the ‘Mothering’ Category
My friend asked me for a baby reading list. I would never feel comfortable saying “this is what having a baby is like” or “this is what it’s like to be a mother” but I do feel confident in sharing what I liked reading when I was thinking about having a baby, when I was pregnant, and then when I was looking after a tiny new baby, reading out paragraphs to Jude in a whisper to reassure us both that whatever she was doing was normal.
Two months to go. Things are starting to take shape. That chair is in the baby’s room – it cost £26 on eBay, and is exactly the colour of a Virago Modern Classic. Children’s books – a mix of our old ones, Oxfam spoils and presents. We haven’t bought her any clothes or, like, nappies yet but if she ever wants to peruse a slim volume quietly on her own, we have her covered.
Summer solstice has come and gone. There has not been a single week I’ve not worn my Barbour jacket. Often – I try not to look at this too often as it’s so depressing – the daytime temperature here is the same here as it is in winter Sydney. Still, it was nice weather for Jude’s birthday BBQ (that was the occasion for the new decorations you can see in the garden). And one thing about England is that the flowers, flowers, flowers are so beautiful and seem to need no attention at all.
An odd side effect of being pregnant is that I can only hold one thought in my mind at a time. It’s not how I’d want to be forever. But for now… people would pay good money for a drug like this.