There is something so nice about going out in the morning with Benedict and meeting up with other mums for coffee. Its been a great way of catching up and sharing baby tips and stories.
But, with everything else that has changed in my life, going for a coffee with friends is a whole new adventure! Instead of the difficult decision of which coffee to choose, its making sure I have toys, biscuits, a beaker, bib, high chair and space for the buggy! Juggling conversations with picking up toys thrown at other customers and distracting a shouting baby is starting to become second nature.
The days of a relaxing coffee catch-up have long gone, but I definitely wouldn’t have it any other way!
Going to Mass is a completely different experience since becoming a mum. I try and take Benedict most days, and if I can manage to stay with him in the pew until the end of the Gospel then its a good day!
The old ladies absolutely love him. They listen out for his unique owl sounding noise of: “cooo-cooo!” to know that Benedict and mum have arrived. At the end of Mass, they crowd around him waiting for his smile, and dutifully he never seems to fail!
I’m really lucky in my parish that everyone is so friendly and they don’t seem to mind the loud baby noises. But at the same time I can’t help but focus on those noises that Benedict makes and wonder how much longer I can distract him before I need to take him to the back of the church. I remind myself over and over again of the quote by an evangelical pastor:
If you don’t hear crying the church is dying!
And that carries me through all Benedict’s funny noises, the noises of a growing Church.