I met a lady at the park yesterday. She was very nice. I now know her daughter’s name (including middle name), what her husband does for a living, where she lives, what she did before being a Mummy, where her daughter is going to school, that she isn’t planning on having any more children and her dream holiday destination and yet I don’t know her name.

It gets to a point where it is a little awkward to backtrack and introduce yourself after you have already shared in depth details of your life with somebody, you have passed the point of no return and now stealth must be used to find out the name or embarrassment will surely follow.  The kids aren’t any help because they just call us all mummy so there is no clarification there. It got me thinking about my playgroup, I know the names of all the kids, mostly because they are called out so often by horrified mothers but on the mothers’ names I draw a blank. Occasionally I’ll ask another person the other person’s name and get it that way or I’ll listen carefully and try and pick it up but most often I just don’t say names to be on the safe side.

So if you were the lady at the park or are in my playgroup, if you could subtly drop your name into the next conversation that would be great, just something like, ‘I, Emily, mother of Sam, like chocolate,’ would be fine. Oh and I’m Michelle, nice to finally meet you.

Filed under:
mums life by chelle