I struggle socially. After many awkward conversations full of silences and half spoken sentences I came to that conclusion. I cannot manage small talk, give me a political discussion or an argument on the nature of Australian community today and I would be fine but I cannot talk about meaningless dribble which is largely what people who hardly know you will talk about.

Enter Ford, my beautiful baby, I have found that no matter who stops me to have a chat I can survive. They will invariably talk about the baby and I can answer with news of teeth, sleep, food and mobility developments. I have found that I have my own area of expertise, mr. wrigglebot, nobody knows him the way that I do and somehow people want to hear about him and admire and goo over him, I don’t particularly like the goo, but that’s ok. The conversation is lite enough for a quick or more in depth conversation and is not threatening or rely upon any particular level of knowledge. And everybody can relate because everybody knows at least one baby and has one cute anecdote or piece of wisdom to provide.

Thanks to Ford now I can talk to strangers and if there are silences we can just look at the baby who is endlessly entertaining or I can begin rummaging for a toy that he will need, endless distraction from awkwardness. Mr wrigglebot is leading me to more friends and strangely enough I like the people that Ford, through being Ford, is introducing me to.

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baby, mums life by chelle