Working Mum: Nothing gets in the way of a good bout of anxiety
COMMENTBy Tabitha Ronson
I find myself doing things on Master A's behalf that go totally against my grain.
The latest is texting a mum who I don't particularly engage with (for which read "don't like") asking if we can hook up for a playdate.
I don't like myself for doing it - I'm sure she doesn't either - but, if it makes Master A's world a happy place, then I swallow my pride.
We are preparing for the departure of Master A's best friend. At the end of this school year, he is off to another school, in another part of the country. The pair are inseparable in school and out. They spend most of the school holidays together partly because they both have working mums, mostly because they enjoy spending time together.
Master A has nurtured this friendship to the exclusion of most of his other classmates. Now with the imminent departure of his best bud, Master A needs to find a replacement - and fast.
I have to stress this is not being driven by Master A but my own anxieties. I have pictures of my baby out in the playground, kicking a ball up a wall by himself, brushing away a tear, while all around him children play happily together.
My fears are irrational as Master A is a sociable chap, able to make friends wherever we go. I just don't want to take that chance.
And so yesterday, I did a squirmable act, texting the mother who I have openly moaned about, virtually begging her to allow her son to come over to play. I even offered to babysit that's how desperate I find the situation.
Her reply was cool. No fool, she saw through my faux friendliness. Would I be contacting her, trying to arrange a playdate with her son if Master A's best friend wasn't leaving? Of course not.
Against my nature, I ignored the rejection. I texted her again, pushing for a date. The beginning of Master A's beautiful new friendship will start a week on Saturday!
Working mum, staggered by the thickness of my skin since becoming a mum.