I do wonder, especially during the holidays, how much working disadvantages our kids. Hubsy takes No 1 to nursery and will also do to school after the holidays. Because of this, my daughter doesn't get the same social experiences. Other mums don't seem to talk to him - I wonder if they're scared he'll think they're hitting on him or they're afraid he'll hit on them? Because of this, he's not made the friendships that the other mums have done and it's through these friendships that play dates are organised or the kids get to play while the mums have lunch dates. I always feel it a bit but I think more so now. I see all these mums getting together and their kids playing merrily whereas my daughter hasn't got these links. She is always looking for someone to play with and on occasion gets quite sad that there's no one there to play with. Now that No 2 is getting a bit bigger, it's getting less of an issue - she's pretty entertaining - but it does give me pause.
However, maybe it's an advantage - maybe my daughter will be resilient and creative, hard working and self reliant - she finds her own entertainment a lot now and she is also pretty independent. Maybe being a hard working mum is actually providing her with a good role model to aspire to in the future, not one who fritters away the day drinking coffee and chatting - oh, how I envy those mums! (And I know it's only in my dreams that the days of stay at home mums are filled with frippery!) Who knows, maybe I won the lottery last night. Maybe I can quit being a working mum and instead fill my days with activities for me and the kids. Beauty therapies for me, the gym, yoga, dance classes, art classes, mums and kids groups, walks in the countyside, arts and crafts, music... In my dreams, I think! But, oh, how I treasure these dreams... [lucky dip for Wednesday please...]
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