As schools are back this week, I thought it would be a good time for me to take Donut to a play centre. It’d be quiet(er), and there wouldn’t be any “big kids” running around. I had decided on taking him to a lovely little play centre, called Playdays Cafe, which is in St Helens (Merseyside).
Now, I’m a member of several websites, that encourages mums to make friends with other mums – so I decided to extend my little party of two to be a mummy social.
One particular website I’m a member of, is (ironically) called Mummy Social, and does allow you to set up events, and invite other mums in your area (or further afield, if you wish). So I did. I set it up about 10 days ago, and hey presto! My invitations were automatically sent out to those in the St Helens and Liverpool area.
It was the eve before my “social”, and no one had clicked the “attend” button on the site. However, I wasn’t disheartened. As I said – I was already planning on taking Donut anyway.
I quickly made a post on a local mums facebook group, extending the invite there, and I did get a lot of interest – 4 other mums said they would be there with their little ones.
This morning started off as usual. Gning and Donut decided they wanted “milk and cookies” for breakfast, and as soon as they were ready, we were out the door. I dropped Gning off at school (just started year 1), and Donut got really upset, because he wasn’t going to school (he goes to nursery, three times a week). I explained to him that we were going to play instead, so he hurried me back to the car…
I arrived at the play centre early. A lot earlier than I had invited the mums for. I had said 10am, but I was there for 9:30am.
I’m one of those people who suffers anxiety, and I did have a mini panic-attack this morning, thinking that people would actually turn up! What would I say to them? Should I just say hello? How would I keep the conversation going..?
Donut quickly ran off and started playing. He knows this particular play centre inside out, and has a habit of climbing up to the tallest part, then starts crying. He gets “stuck”. He isn’t really stuck… He just realises that he’s at the top, and can’t remember the way down. This is exactly what happened at 9:55am. He stood at the top of the frame, looking down at me, sobbing. One of the girls who worked there shouted up to him, “are you ok?”, she asked. I replied that he always does this – he just can’t remember the way down. I stood up and went to help him, but the girl had beat me to it. “Don’t worry about it – I’m used to going up and down this thing. You just sit down and enjoy your coffee”, she said with a smile. Brilliant. Mother of the Year award goes to a complete stranger, who shot up the climbing frame quicker than I could pick up my cup.
Donut made his own way down, with guidance from the girl, and was so happy when he reached the bottom. He did his little happy dance, and even “high fived” her, before she made her way back behind the counter. Next thing you know, he’s up at the top again… Only this time, he remembered his new learned skill, and was back down!
There were plenty of other mums, and carer’s of children, in the play centre. I looked around, looking for any glimpse of familiarity in their faces. Was that the girl who replied that she would attend? I’m sure I recognise that little boys face…
One mum was heavily pregnant, and looked really stressed out. She had a little girl with her – I’d say about 18 months old or so, and the tiny tot would not leave her side. The bump had to climb over the 1.5ft barrier occasion on occasion to
force her daughter to play.
Another mum was there, and had what looked like a 3 year old boy, and a baby boy – around a month old. She looked a natural. Laughing, chasing the child around, whilst “wearing” the baby on her chest…
Then I realised that Donut had disappeared again. I thought that he was up on the frame again, but then I heard him laugh. I turned around, and noticed that he was in one of those coin operated rides, with another little boy of a similar age, and the machine was on. Mum of little boy was at their side, smiling. I shot over to their side, and apologised that Donut was taking over her sons’ ride. She laughed, and told me not to worry about it. Her son doesn’t usually mingle well with other children, but he seemed to like Donut.
It was now 10:20am. I was getting bored, sitting at the table alone. If anyone had turned up from the Mummy Social site, or facebook group, no one had made an effort to try to find me.
I hastily posted a status on the latter mentioned group, asking if anyone was there, and if they were too shy to say hello – because I was in the same boat. I did get lots of replies, but all were “sorry, I forgot”, or “I didn’t know you meant today…”.
I called Donut over, and asked him if he wanted to go home and see daddy, which he said “yes” to. On with his shoes, and home we went.
I think the point that I’m getting to here is not about anyone else turning up, it’s about something much more. I was sat on my own, and apart from the other two mums’, who seemed to be there without any other adult company, there were other “groups” of mums / child-carers.
Did you know that 4 out of 5 people would rather use the statement “I’m depressed”, rather than “I’m lonely”?
If you’re with a group of friends, and you see a mum sitting on her own – smile at her. Say “hello”. It’s not much, and takes no effort at all, but you may just bring so much more to that persons’ day.
Seek out the mum who is focused on her smartphone. Most of the time they will say, ‘Oh, did you mean me? Hi.’ A little eye contact, a little smile, a little victory for humanity.
You never know – you may just have met your new best mum friend by one simple word.