I commute every day (as does everybody else) and it’s about 35-40 minutes door-to-door, which is pretty quick by Sydney standards. Every morning I commute with my wriggly toddler Hugo and pram in tow. Let me tell you, we are not morning people, not one bit, but we both do our best to get out the door in one piece most mornings and we’re pretty understanding of fellow commuters who are tired, slow, quiet and sometimes grumpy. We feel you. But… most of you definitely don’t feel, let alone see us.
Often the train gets very full and there’s nowhere for me to sit so I can feed Hugo a little breakfast (it’s too early for Mr Sleepy Head to eat at home as soon as he wakes up) and keep him entertained, aka keep him from fussing which annoys other people, for the whole ride. In the 100 or so morning train rides with Hugo, I have noticed that there is a new trend among commuters. No, it’s not man-spreading or ladies-who’s-handbags-must-have-their-own-seat. It’s so simple but it stands out so much to me – it’s women looking out for other women, especially mums.
Every time I’m about to resign to the fact I have to feed my toddler breakfast and play with him for the entire ride while standing up and keeping my balance, I get rescued by a kind-hearted person who offers me their seat. Phew, thank you! But the thing is, those people who have come to my rescue have all been women. Only women. Other people don’t even look up, but women take note of others. They acknowledge one another and women stick together.
Thank you to all the women on my morning commute, be they themselves mothers or not, who look out for me and my toddler.
Thank you for acknowledging us.
Thank you because you had to stand.