All of a sudden I lay claim to a bunch of mumma friends here in Dubai. Is it because I myself have joined their ranks, marching onwards to parenthood, that they are all manifesting in my life?
Way back in 2008 when I first arrived here, the very first friends I made were married to Emirates Airlines employees. As a small, tight bunch of frightened new ex-pats we seemed to congregate and find solace in each other’s company, the common denominator being we were married into The Firm. All of us newlyweds, childless and very adventurous: what did the Middle East hold in store?
Well fast forward a few years and this is what lay in wait: family!
On the day Seahorse turned 35 weeks in utero, friends Michelle and Erin took me to lunch to celebrate that I was with child. An intimate baby shower over steamed broccoli in oyster sauce and vegetable noodle soup, we three laughed at how our lived evolved from singletons through to marriage and now settled in the family way.
By October 2013, all of us had created our own families – babies born, birthday parties and blossoming bellies with second children on their way, too.
My mummy friends are indispensable for their ability to settle my neuroses, to put brakes on my anxieties and to steer me into areas of focus that would benefit both myself, Erroll and our unborn Seahorse. Plus they know exactly when to reach out, give me a feed, and just be friends.