At some point between Maeve’s age and mine it becomes socially unacceptable to hug your classmates in the pool and blow kisses to the swimming teacher when she says goodbye (perhaps it’s at the same point that big round bellies and well-covered thighs stop being cute in the pool?).
The strange part is, while our one-year-olds are patting each other on the back during a hug, the mums don’t even know each others’ names. We greet by making a fuss of the children, ‘Hey Luce, how are you going today?’ ‘Hi Arch, cool new bathers.’
For a period it was like it was too late to ask each others’ names. Too late? Too late to greet each other by name for the rest of the year?
Isn’t embarrassment a strange thing? I love that none of our one-year-olds are concerned about their actions and appearance. And I’d love it if they never became overly concerned and self-conscious.
Taking our girls to swimming lessons is really one of my favourite things. There’s no washing in the machine, dishes in the sink, clothes to fold, Lego to pick up, or orders to fill; there’s just me holding a very excited girl as she squeals with delight and gains confidence in the water.
On the business front, Mum and I had a stall at the local school fete recently for two reasons: to support the local school and to show the locals what we make.
Surprisingly, we sold lots of things! I would have been content just preparing for a market so close to home, doing some marketing and buying cakes from the cake stall.
One day I’ll be amongst the mothers staying up late the night before to bake those cakes and I’ll pray that mine won’t be the ones on which the MC is requesting at the end of the day that people come over and make an offer.
Now wouldn’t that be embarrassing…