Trusting my instincts
Well, blogging is getting frequent. Might even have to start editing my writings.
Today was the first meeting of my second attempt at a mother's group. So far, so good. More mixed variety of mothers, less expensive cars in the parking lot, less dressed up mothers, more talk of breast feeding and community activities. There was one mother there that I'd actually spoken to once in a cafe; though at the time I thought if it more as an interrogation. She'd quizzed me heavily about my pram, what brand it was, if I'd recommended it, then informed of all the superior qualities of her pram. I nodded at the time, acknowledging that her pram sounded better than mine, not quite cottoning onto the fact that she had a baby the same age as mine (which probably would have been a safer conversational topic?!). I guess we're all as much novices as each other, still trying to learn how to make new connections with people outside of our own comfort zone. My husband has reminded me of what an unintentionally standoffish impression I can make with people when I first meet them. If I were a six foot male my aloofness would probably be a professional asset-my brother in law has a similarly reserved personality which helps him exert his authority. But as a five foot female, I need a bit more charm and froth, have to remember that not all people are going to be inclined to like or bother with me, and there's no point sabotaging the prospect of a positive interaction.
Have managed to organise to celebrate my upcoming birthday by attending spirit festival, might even make it to brunch with my husband (which is how my friend M celebrates her birthday these days) and also picnicing at Rymill Park on the Sunday of the Spirit festival with my family. Weather is hot, a bit sticky. Went swimming today, which was delightful, even though I could only manage 500metres. I just love looking at the heritage buildings of Kensington, each visit to the neighbourhood reassures me.
Today was the first meeting of my second attempt at a mother's group. So far, so good. More mixed variety of mothers, less expensive cars in the parking lot, less dressed up mothers, more talk of breast feeding and community activities. There was one mother there that I'd actually spoken to once in a cafe; though at the time I thought if it more as an interrogation. She'd quizzed me heavily about my pram, what brand it was, if I'd recommended it, then informed of all the superior qualities of her pram. I nodded at the time, acknowledging that her pram sounded better than mine, not quite cottoning onto the fact that she had a baby the same age as mine (which probably would have been a safer conversational topic?!). I guess we're all as much novices as each other, still trying to learn how to make new connections with people outside of our own comfort zone. My husband has reminded me of what an unintentionally standoffish impression I can make with people when I first meet them. If I were a six foot male my aloofness would probably be a professional asset-my brother in law has a similarly reserved personality which helps him exert his authority. But as a five foot female, I need a bit more charm and froth, have to remember that not all people are going to be inclined to like or bother with me, and there's no point sabotaging the prospect of a positive interaction.
Have managed to organise to celebrate my upcoming birthday by attending spirit festival, might even make it to brunch with my husband (which is how my friend M celebrates her birthday these days) and also picnicing at Rymill Park on the Sunday of the Spirit festival with my family. Weather is hot, a bit sticky. Went swimming today, which was delightful, even though I could only manage 500metres. I just love looking at the heritage buildings of Kensington, each visit to the neighbourhood reassures me.
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