For all my mates who go the extra mile

Within my friendship group, I was one of the first to throw caution to the wind and give this parenting malarky a go, and to be honest I was totally unaware how procreating would affect things with my friends. In fact I just assumed, in an up my own arse way, that they would be as excited as me.  After all, who wouldn’t want a cute, chubby, smiley baby to play with!? As it turns out there is nothing like having a baby to sort the wheat from the chaff, but this post is for my amazing mates who always go the extra mile…and for this I can’t thank you enough…

The friends who could see past all the baby paraphernalia and still see “me,” just with a small person attached to my boob.

The friends who always willingly travel to us, who understand the concept of nap times, and who give up their Saturday to sit in a cafe surrounded by other kids screaming so that the toddler can be entertained (even though it’s probably their idea of hell).

The friends who never make you feel like a baby bore, even when the only chat you have is on the topics of potty training and the wonderful world of weaning.

The friends who always remember to check in, just to make sure you haven’t lost your mind yet, and who don’t hold a grudge when they haven’t heard from you for a month.

The friends who actually ask to see photos of your babies, even before you have the chance to bombard them with yet another snap of them doing something really magical like smearing food all round their face…again.

The friends who realise that it’s not always possible to go on a night out, so will come and sit with you at home to drink wine and gossip about your old work colleagues.

The friends who say you look nice even though you know you have vomit in your hair, no make-up on and mushed banana on your jeans.

I am the first to admit that I am not the world’s most wonderful friend at the moment.  In my sleep deprived state I forget important appointments and birthdays, and to hold a telephone conversation without screaming at the toddler for smacking her brother again is frankly impossible.  But there are a sacred few that always understand, and for that I will always be grateful.

Love, Gemma x

I'm linking up with Honest Mum at #brilliantblogposts x
I’m linking up with Honest Mum at #brilliantblogposts x

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