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Finding a Group

I did not attend a prenatal class with my partner in order to find friends. I shrugged when the midwife leading the class mentioned that she had had a group of families twenty years ago that still gets together. However, I accepted when two women asked to exchange numbers at our final session, and agreed to be added to a Whatsapp group when, weeks later, a handful of us with brand new babies ran into each other during a Family Day event in town.

As it turned out, several of us women with babies attended the same pelvic floor gymnastics class, a standard procedure here. Another lived across the street from where the course took place, and initiated our first group meet-up.

Since then, I’ve met up with the group and individuals not infrequently. Like everyone said it would be, it’s nice having people around experiencing the same things. And as one of the women pointed out, we have a comfortable group. We talk about our babies without comparing. We delight in what the others are doing and encourage our babies accordingly. We support one another in the things we find difficult, either commiserating (all of our babies have decided that sleeping at night is optional) or offering a listening ear (all of us have a bit to say about equity in childrearing). When someone wants a suggestion, they ask for it. Otherwise, no need to offer unsolicited advice.

One of the women mentioned that this is in contrast to several of her friends with babies. She spends less time with them now, she said, because she walks away feeling dejected and demoralized. Everything is easy for the others and there is no space for what she has to share.

This is the opposite of reassurance, and no one needs a group like that.

But I have come around to the idea that everyone needs a group. New parenthood can be very isolating and it’s important to get out. It’s important to have people who get it. That being said, I have also been spending a lot of time with friends who don’t have babies. It is refreshing to talk about something else, and good to realize a different aspect myself.

If you’re a new parent and feeling alone, drop me a comment or a message; we’ll chat. I’m here for you. And if you’re a new parent and not feeling alone, drop me a comment or a message; we’ll chat. Adults need friends, too.

Asked and Answered

A few weeks ago, after years without contact, I wished an old friend a happy birthday via text message. She replied simply to thank me and wish me well.

I needed a moment to get over my disappointment. And then I needed a moment to ask myself why I was disappointed in the first place.


Several months ago, one of my oldest friends got in touch to ask how I was doing as a new mother. We hadn’t spoken in a very long time but our parents are friends, updating each of us about the other. She caught me at a moment when I was feeling a little lost, a little isolated. Her touching message prompted some writing back and forth, and we have had further contact since.


Not long after writing my old friend on her birthday, I considered reaching out to an ex-boyfriend. And instead of doing that, I asked myself why I wanted to.

Because I haven’t wished him a happy birthday in over a decade. Because I don’t know anything about him anymore. Because nothing happening in his life is any of my business, and vice versa.

I think I wanted to gloat a little bit. To have an opportunity to share the news of my beautiful daughter, to mention my partner, to let him know that I, too, had turned out just fine.

Pride goeth before a fall, they say, and I kept the birthday wishes, disguised as an excuse to show off, to myself.


I had reached out to one old friend in the hopes of rekindling contact, and her answer was a kind rejection. It was in my hands to ask and hers to answer, and she is as entitled to her answer as I am to asking the question. Without the question, one would not have the answer, and the least I can do is honour what I’ve been told.

Because that’s the thing about human connection: it really has to go both ways.

A Dream

About ten years ago, I went through a difficult period in which I couldn’t see a future; I couldn’t dream. I tried to imagine one, five, ten years into the distance and saw blackness, absence, nothing. It wasn’t that bad things were happening, but that I couldn’t see anything at all.

I tried the same with friends of mine and could see a future for each one of them. I concluded that nothing was wrong with my imagination, but that something was wrong with my own thoughts about myself.

This is why I will always tell people that therapy changed my life. Go see a therapist – they are good people.

One of the things on my mind back then was one day, eventually, starting a family. Ten years has gone by faster than I ever would have thought and when I consider myself and two friends around me at that time, I can only throw back my head and laugh.

At the time, all of us were unsuccessfully dating. Now, we are engaged, partnered, married. None of us were ready for the children we all hoped would be somewhere in the future. Now, we are all preparing for babies who will arrive this year.

Ten years ago, I saw these futures for my friends though I couldn’t see one for myself. Today, I am holding hands with these friends across time and space; the future couldn’t look more different.

Madeira, Portugal – October 2025