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  • It has taken me a while to realise
    that there is a definite clique at the baby group.
    One to which I do not fit.
    I do not have the matching pram, parasol and waterproof cover.

    At first I was too sensitive.
    A little upset that I did not clique.
    Then the light bulb sprung above my head.
    I was never one to fit in.
    I do not have the co-ordinated outfit, hat, bib and socks.

    I am a contradiction.
    I am happy by myself, content in my own company.
    Independent of others and smilingly so.
    I am also happy to be social, to chat to all
    to talk to those that are similar or different to me.
    I do not have the perfect patterned nappy bag, bottle warmer and changing mat.

    Perhaps I emanate too much independence.
    That is why I do not fit in to the established clique.
    I am laid back with my baby,
    more relaxed than I thought I would be.
    Not worrying over the small details,
    knowing there are more important things.
    I do not have the branded nappies, wipes and lotion.

    I finally realised that you have to pretend like you are at secondary school again.
    Create your own friends, groups.
    The others that do not fit in.
    The numbers are growing,
    the mums who do not judge.
    Those who do not panic,
    if a little bit of sicky uppy misses the bib.

    We do not have the clique group of friends.
    We have happy, contented babies.

    We know we are not in secondary school anymore...
    even if others do not.
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