It took me a while to drive there and grab both of my children to cross the street. Then one of the mothers showed me the way.
And there I was, one of the two fathers of the day, among over ten mothers. Some of them sitting in small circles. Others contemplating the array of prams. Others walking around and making sure the children were ok whilst playing with toys.
I wanted to meet people, and here there was this opportunity. The usual exchanges of questions and answers took place. And I found myself talking to the other father, offering advice about how unique our life routines become.
It was somehow a way to relieve myself from the pressure to have to fit in among people whom I regard different to me.
I will go back to the club, maybe not every week. But I will continue trying to fit in. Maybe in the future I will try to share my own thoughts about how strange fatherhood feels, how unprepared and anxious I am, and how much I need to feel that I am part of something else than my family here.
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