A Love Letter to my Child-free Best Friend #CFBF
My friends with kids and ‘mum friends’, have been invaluable over the past few years… but where would I be without my child-free, portal to the real world, my vicariously lived international partying and career achievements, nappy-free chat and enthusiastic babysitter?!
Every mum needs a child-free bestie.
Dear 'Aunty' Claire,
Happy Aunts' Day (apparently).
Thanks for the intelligent conversation; For forcing me to think of and have other things to talk about. Because we both know you just don’t care about Teddy’s love-hate relationship with spaghetti bolognase, or why all the episode characters in Octonuats have New Jersey accents.
You are a portal to a me that existed pre-kids. You genuinely love my boys and you totally get that I am a mum now, but you also know who I am, what I love and am capable of beyond that and you encourage it and celebrate it.
I love doing ‘mum and aunty things’ with you, but we have such a ball without the kids still and I get to feel like the same fun, care-free girl I was ‘before’ when we’re midst adventure together. I love seeing myself in that way.
Bless you for indulging me wild adventure fantasies about all the things we’ll do, when I leave the boys with Dunc or my parents for a couple of weeks… ‘next year’. We both know, I’m never going to leave them for that tour around the States, starting at Coachella, or that spring season in Paris, for about five years - by which time, you’ll no doubt be out of the game and on mummy duty yourself. But whilst you’re available to do all these things we dream of, thanks for pretending over a bottle of wine that I’ll come with you ;)
You always know the best places to go, the best new treatments and therapists, the net-a-porter sale date, what Parisien girls do to their hair, the gossip, the NEWS! You're the source of heap of useful or frivolous and fun info you just can’t pick up at Cheeky Monkeys. Likewise your international news and business analysis keeps me on my toes (and checking the broadsheet headlines in my newsfeed).
Whilst we have no blood family living near, thanks for being a real, family-member Aunty, a care-give, disciplinarian and role-model. Thanks for the babysitting, sometimes last minute and when they might not have settled in bed properly yet; for being the person we trust the most at home to look after our boys. Thanks for running around like a headless chicken with me at every birthday party to date, carrying cakes, tying bunting and entertaining the kids. And for your patience, enthusiasm even, when I send you one too many photos of their daily activities, amid your busy professional day.
Thanks for making me giggle when I hear you telling the boys off. You’re always spot-on and call it as you see it, but it’s hard not to smile. I’m half beaming with pride and love, that you feel and want to share such responsibility for them, and half amused as the boys are always pretty shocked and fall right in to place in response.
Because, you’re not a judgey person, have little opinion on child development …and trust I’m doing an OK job, thanks for not judging my parenting, ever. Please continue to pop over on the weekends and join us eating fish-finger sandwiches, watching films and wearing our pyjamas, because we feel comfortable having you there. I don’t feel I need to defend the situation, I just to pull my feet over for a space on the sofa for you…
I love my life, the madness of it all and I wouldn’t change it. But I love keeping your differently exciting and colourful one close to ours. We all love and are thankful of you, but especially me.