Random placement of furniture is also a problem.
I do like the Mothergroup because I leave the house for something other than trying to calm a screaming child and I hear realDanish, which keeps me a-practicin', and I get to compare my child to other children the same age.
Wait, whut? You compare your child to other children? Bad mommy, no biscuit!
Sometimes comparison is a good thing. Lest we start thinking my child is the most gifted child on the planet ("Oh my god, she's found her toes! GENIUS! Call Nobel!!") or lagging ("When do babies crawl? Should my child be crawling already? Oh GOD, my child isn't CRAWLING! I've FAILED as a parent!") or mutant ("She fit in this outfit yesterday, I swear. How is it I can't get it over her head today??). I'm proud to say my child is completely normal and average. One hundred percent the most amazing creature on the planet, fer shizzle, and the cutest baby evah, but not weirdly "specialists need to be involved" different.
But let me be honest (okay, when am I not? We get some brutal honesty going on on this here blog.), there were times and still ARE times where I want to throw my coffee mug on the floor and announce that I am *not* going to be part of a Mothergroup and that's IT! The reason why is completely irrational, but let me clue you in to what I've been hearing for the past three months:
So, do you have a Mother's Group? Do they have a Mother's Group on your island? Have you joined a Mother's Group? My wife was ever so glad for her Mother's Group. Have you joined a Mother's Group?? So, are you going to your Mother's Group? I'm so glad to hear you have a Mother's Group. Have you joined a Mother's Group??? How's your Mother's Group? How nice it is that you are going to a Mother's Group! HAVE YOU JOINED A MOTHER'S GROUP?!?!
Maybe it's the rebel in me, but all this yay-mothergrouping was really turning me off to the concept. I mean, it's all a little groupthink 1984ish feeling. Joiny joiny. Meld and assimilate. It's not a Mother's Group - it's a Mothergroup.
I can't decide if this poster is for groupthink or against it.
And that results in me going, "I'll never join you!" and turning down what could be a valuable support system... not to mention meeting the mothers of my child's future classmates and friends.
If only you would choose to join the Mothersgroup -
with our combines strength we could rule this galaxy as 'Mothers with Spawns'...
But I swallowed my initial gut doubt and figured I'd give it a try. Maybe it wouldn't be so creepy as everyone was making it out to be (not that they were trying... but still... it was all so groupy). And it turned out to be...
Five women and their babies who get together for coffee and chitchat.
Strangely enough, this photo seems a bit sinister to me.
And this is just LOL.
I suppose someday we may get ambitious and go and do something bigger than hanging out in each other's kitchens... but for now it's enough for me to get us dressed, out the door, and on the bus to a different part of the island. So far the other mothers are non-judgmental and open - some are breastfeeders and some use formula, some are good at dressing their child in cute matching kit and some are just happy they got their child dressed, some are showered and tidy and some are barely awake - and no one makes an issue out of it. It's nice to see mothers getting along and supporting each other.
As long as it doesn't go all Stepford Wives-ish... cause then I'm outta there.
Not a single one of these women has mom-hair... I just can't compete.