It's not a love story I'm talking about, referring to the quote from Casablanca. I'm talking about five lovely, kind and (I'm sure, very soon) lemonade and cinnamon rolls serving mums.
While I was pregnant with my son, the county sent out invitations to all first time mums and their spouses in the district, to a meeting to prepare for birth and the life after. Six, pretty different couples, showed up. After the meeting, we hooked up on Facebook and all the "mums to be" arranged to meet a couple of times before our little ones arrived, to share worries and hopes. Now we meet for baby song classes, coffee (blocking the café entrance with our strollers) and chit-chat.
There is me - the one who will spice up her cinnamon rolls with for instance muscat, but then forget to put yeast in the dow. Then there is the one that always will add chocolate into them, the one who will get her rolls from the bakery, the one who will make them perfectly, according to the recipe in the cookbook, the one who will make them, perfectly, according to the "how to" on the "ready to bake cinnamon rolls"-box, and then the one who will have the freezer full of grannies baked goods.
They are all just lovely ladies, and I'm sure they all make the world a better place to live in. Their babies are lucky to have them as mums and I'm lucky to have them to turn to in this pretty unfamiliar world of motherhood.
Quoting Rick in Casablanca again: Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
