the newbie: Hi, I’m June’s Mom
I’m lucky. Within my apartment building, there are lots of moms to babies under two years old. We smile at each other, stop to chat sometimes and even meet up for play dates.
I realized last week that although I know every single detail about their children—from how they’re sleeping to when their first teeth came in—I know very little about these Moms. Besides the fact that they’re, well, moms.
Occupations? Taste in books? How they met their husbands? Where they went to college? I have no idea! And that scares me.
Today, I’m hosting a little Happy Hour for us, and while I’ll coo as usual at their insanely adorable little ones, I’m also going to turn my head and ask some questions that aren’t child-related. Maybe I’ll even shake up a cocktail and put on some real music (instead of the kids’ CDs that are in heavy rotation on our stereo).
Have you had this experience? Any suggestions for breaking out of the “Hi, I’m June’s mom” role now and then?