|many, but not all in our mum's group|
We meet every Tuesday morning at 10:30 a.m. upstairs in a The Princess pub on Chalcot Road, get coffee or hot chocolate (for yours truly), move the chairs and tables out of the way, let the little ones have a crawl over each other on the floor, and gab, gossip, or listen to one of various pre-arranged speakers.
It has been one of the best things I've participated in in a long time. The mums have become friends and a support where family is so very far away--for all of us.
Of course, Tuesday isn't the only day I see these gals and bubs (British slang for babies). With one or more of them I've gone to the flagship Channel shop in Mayfair, shopping at IKEA, to an art gallery, and to various local, regular events--the local library's weekly baby bounce and rhyme, the local church's sing and sign classes, and the local yoga studio's baby massage. One of them was my saving grace when G was in the hospital, and I hope to be the saving grace of one or more of them during their times of need.
This week I hosted a Christmas afternoon tea for them. A true highlight this Christmas season, as I was able to serve many of the women and babies whom I have quickly grown to love.
|The missionaries came to serenade us at the start- G was fixated for over five minutes while they sang|
|All the bubs|
|Not as lovely as it was when first served, but you get the idea.|