I’ve made no secret of the fact I’ve been having a hard time of late. The reality is I can readily isolate myself during such times. This is made much easier during school holidays when people are busy and weekly activities like playgroup isn’t on.
It’s funny how the thought of attending a playgroup was daunting to me at one point. Getting out with all three munchkins and the whole I only have one set of hands and how can I cope outside of the home with twins scenario. Not to mention not knowing who or what to expect from these kind of things. But, honestly, it’s become a very real lifeline.
As you guys know, I’ve been taking Little Man to a playgroup since early last year. Hubby would work from home on that particular day so that the girls could nap and continue with their routine. LM loved it and I loved it. But still the worry about how I’d manage when it became time to take the girls lingered until that day finally came.
AS P-DAY APPROACHED
In the weeks leading up to “actually bring your kids to playgroup day”, my friend said to me “people will help you”. But admittedly a part of me was concerned that they wouldn’t. I mean, wouldn’t they have their own children to look after? As the girls got bigger and began to crawl the fear intensified, knowing Hubby couldn’t continue to work from home forever. I had visions of one going left, one going right and me in the middle not knowing which one to go for first.
I needn’t have worried. (Except for the utter torture of trying to get three tiny and excitable people ready in the morning).
FEAR vs REALITY
People did help, pretty much immediately. Actually Copperhead has a special friend called Jen who is a lovely volunteer. It leaves me with Little Red but mostly we all end up in the same place – the sandpit! Little Man is at an age where he pretty much looks after himself. He plays with another lovely boy and so I don’t really see him for two hours.
I get given a cup of tea and a biscuit and a chance to chat to other Mum’s. It’s a real multicultural place and I like that. Despite backgrounds, and even language barriers, everyone gets on. I have no qualms in introducing myself and striking up conversation but I can imagine how difficult that would be when you’re a newly emigrated person and English isn’t your first language.
Anyway, I know playgroup isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but for me it’s a necessity. Take last week as an example. I was feeling pretty numb and tremendously sad. But, if it wasn’t school holidays I could have gone and I know how much better I am for it. Instead, I actually did end up having a good day because I confided in my folks on Skype and The Mothership did that typical mothering that only your mum can do. Sometimes a kid just needs their mum, and sometimes a mum just needs a good playgroup.