JD’s kindy organised a morning tea for all the mums.  Earlier that week, a little note was posted on the notice board saying “Dear mum, you have been so busy, come and enjoy a relaxing morning tea with us on Friday.”

When I turned up that morning, I was more than happy to see all the other mums there, but also because the teachers have told all the little 4yos that:

“Yes, your mum will be here for morning tea”

“But, you are to remain in the classroom”

“This is a special time and opportunity for your mum have a little rest”

“Only mums are allowed those yummy cakes, Tim Tams, chocolate swiss rolls”

“They are for your mum”

Keekee, that was nice!

Ah, so for 45 mins, I got to mingle, chat with other mums with a cup of hot tea and a slice of cake.  I got to see the beautiful flowers each of the 18 kids have made and carefully “planted” in the kindy’s ground.  I also received a special gift and drawing by my son at the end of the morning tea.

My son also said this about me.  And lucky me.  My son did not forget the fact that I came with a pair of boobs too.  I love this drawing because previously mummy just had a belly button.  Heehee.

It was nice to know that on this Mother’s Day, the teachers in school have made this day extra special for us.

Then on the same night, I went out to a local restaurant with a group of mums from JD’s kindy, altogether 10 of us.  Earlier in the year when kindy started, all of us have exhanged addresses, phone numbers, email address and etc.  As our children get to know one another, as mums, we also relaised that it was important for us to know one another.  We each have a contact list of all the 18 mums in the group.  I have even got the list saved on my desktop as I refer to it quite regularly. 

I found that so often, as mums, we get so busy rushing in and out of kindy ground before and after school.  Sometimes it’s hard for us to get any more than 2 sentences in, apart from the usual “Hi, how you going, see you later!”  Sometimes also due to our busy work schedule, we don’t have the opportunity to stop and chat. 

The dinner was so that we can talk more to one another at a different level.  We get to know each other’s name and we can stop introducing ourselves as “Hi, I am Jayden’s mum”.  It can be such a common thing to do.  I picked up a few mums along the way because I am almost driving a school bus, well, a 7 seater car is pretty good for car pooling.  I was the skipper for that night as I don’t drink because I just can’t and I am totally hopeless with anything alcoholic.

In the last school holiday, we had organised a few group play session for the kids and everything has been done with a “send” button on the email.  This time round, with the dinner, another lady and I organised to have the emails sent out 2-3 weeks ago.  We met at a local restaurant, and coincidentally, I also bumped into Karen whom was also there for a girl’s night out with all the mums from her son’s kindy.  Cool!

We spent almost a whole evening at the restaurant, and we had to reluctantly peel ourselves away from the seat, as the restaurant were starting to pack up and in the process of stacking up the tables and chairs. 

It was a good night. A night when I got to know the other mums on a more personal level.  There were even a few of us when English was not the first language, and we all got along just really well.  I talked till my voice turned coarse.  Yes, lots to talk about.  Kids.  Behaviours.  Shopping centres tantrums.  Kids fears.  Plans for baby no.3 or 4.  Or not.  Vasectomy.  Ummm.  Yes, our conversations can get pretty colourful when you have 10 women together and whom were long overdue for a night out to themselves.

I would want to do it again.  It was good.  It was fun.  It was great to be surrounded by a bunch of girls.  Because lately, I find myself needing more and more of genuine female friendships.  Ladies whom are experiencing and going through the every day experience.