While at the clothes swap I had to abandon the sweet bear to allow myself two hands for hoarding free clothes (priorities ladies!). At one stage I’d left my bear on the other side of what was an epic clothes pile – poor Theo was craning his head to see me and getting rather upset that his mother had left him to be stolen amongst the clothes. A few mothers tried to claim him as their own but it would seem he only has eyes for me.
Today we had a clothes swap at the park down the road. I was pretty excited to off load all my unwanted clothes and equally excited to nab something new. While the mothers were distracted sorting through masses of clothing – the cheeky Peach had realised crackers and hommus were sitting unattended at the table. As I snapped this photo of her stealing snacks she was completely and utterly engrossed in her thoughts. I said “Hey Priya, what are you eating?” and she didn’t even break her gaze, just continued on munching while lost in her thoughts.
Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about belonging and community. Errol and I have jokingly suggested to several of our friends that we should move away and start a commune. Except… we’re only half joking (seriously guys y/n? can we go?). As we venture further into our experience as a young family it’s becoming increasingly clear that we were not designed to do this alone. They tell me it takes a village to raise a child and I keep wanting ask “but where is our village?!”. When I spend most days at home with the sweet two while Errol is at work; I try my darndest to get through some housework while Peach creates more mess in the next room and I long for a family across the street where I could send my babies while I finish off the housework. I long for little playmates for Priya. I long for mothers to bounce off daily. I long for a huge pot of soup being worked on by many. I long for evenings with friends, food and laughter. I long for a sense of community instead of isolation. As the houses get bigger, the yards get smaller and the fences get higher, surely I am not the only one who feels like this?
Today though as I sat in a circle with so many of my lovely friends nursing our babies, watching our toddlers play together and bouncing a friends baby while she ran back to her car, I felt such a sense of belonging. Surrounded by so many women, of varying ages, of diverse walks in life and of differing outlooks, I felt at home.
At the Ekka this afternoon Theo was fascinated with all the twinkling lights and his dada’s kebab. The lights were out of reach but he did manage to grab a fistful of kebab. Ah dear. Luckily he’s 6 months old in two days.
Errol has been working at the Ekka for the last week. Today he surprised us by telling me to meet him in the Valley and taking us to the Ekka. This was surprising as he’d previously told us we shouldn’t go as he didn’t want us catching the flu from the masses. Apparently the flu can get stuffed – it was a lovely afternoon. We decided Priya should be allowed one ride and what better show ride than a pony? Errol said that while he was walking around with her she made the ‘tock, tock’ horse noises with her tongue. I was behind the barrier and she kept looking over and smiling at me as if to say “I AM ON A HORSE!”. When questioned later in the day if she rode a horse she looked at me as if I was ridiculous and said “Pony. I went on da pony!”.