Sometimes we don’t even realise they are the one.
When I first became a mum it was a scary time. I was young and I was the first of my friends to have a baby.
At the time I figured I’d be fine. I had my partner and our families and we had lots of support from our friend groups but there was only so much boob talk and baby milestones my baby-less friends could take.
I joined a mother’s group quite early on. I was never going to cope as a home body and I knew I needed to get out.
I first went to a mother’s group when my baby was 2 weeks old. It wasn’t long before Tuesday mornings became my sanity support group days.
For the first year we met religiously for coffee, catch-ups and much needed adult discussions in a blur of sleepless nights and months of teething.
And I quickly became close friends with one woman.
Her daughter, who was just a few weeks older than my son, was simply adorable and we soon joked about their future wedding over what, unbeknownst to us, would be come regular cuppa and catch-ups mornings.