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SUMMER (almost)

At the weekend just gone, we managed to get out for a short while in the sunshine! It’s been a long time coming, and still hasn’t quite got to what could be classed as ‘warm’, only ‘warmer than it has been’. We packed his ball, a picnic of ham sandwiches, Pom Bears, Babybel and juice, and a blanket. Henry was sporting his new dinosaur (or crocodile – I can’t quite tell) sun hat from H&M. He enjoyed himself, even if we did have to leave due to the cold…

Picnic in the park

Picnic in the park – so much interesting stuff to look at!

Has anyone else managed to make it out into the sun? It feels as if it has been winter for a VERY long time. I keep buying summer clothes just wishing it to warm up…

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Returning to the Duck Pond

I enjoyed another lovely, sunny day again today with another trip to the duck pond, and a nice catch up with a mum-friend.

It is very strange to see another friend (especially the same age as me) with a baby. I know maybe seven or eight, and actually meet up with two. It is so nice to finally be able to talk about being a mother with someone who knows and understands and is going through the same thing.

I never looked at it this way before, but sharing similar life-changing experiences is quite a good basis for friendship, and it is nice to have the same views on being a young mother. It’s hard to meet other teen mums that work hard and don’t wear jogging bottoms with the word ‘juicy’ printed across the buttocks. And that’s not because they don’t exist. I am one of them. Rather, it’s because they seek like-minded young mums in all the wrong places. Specific ‘young mother’ groups and clubs tend to be of the ‘juicy bum’ variety, and it seems pointless in returning to a place filled with Vicky Pollards.

I hope that I don’t come across like that just because I became a mother at a younger age than seen in our society as ‘the norm’. But then I’m sure that older mothers suffer the same judgement and abuse at the hands of perfect strangers.

And if you do want to group me in the same crowd as those, then watch out, because soon enough there will be a whole army of hard-working, decent young mothers to change your mind.

And while I got to chat about all things mum, Henry enjoyed looking at the ducks, chewing on my finger and having a snooze. Successful day in my book.