Mushroom and I had a very exciting day over the weekend, when we headed over to London’s
South Bank to meet with fellow blogger
Miriam Drori. Miriam starting writing when she found out about Social Anxiety* and realized that the symptoms of this condition described her feelings exactly. She started her blog,
An’ de walls came tumblin’ down in 2009 to raise awareness of social anxiety and since then she’s ventured into fiction writing, having written several short stories (
read one of them here), one of which was published in
100 Stories for Queensland. Before this, Miriam was a computer programmer and then a technical writer. She lives in Israel and this also informs her writing. She is currently writing her memoirs. Do
pop over to her blog to say hello!
We met outside the London Eye, with Mushroom and I arriving around 15 minutes late due to signaling failure on the Jubilee line. I felt bad but Miriam was generous about having waited. I felt a little awkward at first because, having never met in person before, I wasn’t sure whether to go for a handshake or a hug but once I had admitted this, the tension eased (for me, I can’t say how Miriam was feeling at that point). Miriam had bought presents from home for us, which was a lovely surprise! I got this beautiful piece of hand painted Armenian pottery:
and Mushroom got a magic flannel, which he didn’t fully appreciate until bathtime that evening!
Mushroom admires his magic flannel
While running around after Mushroom in the recently opened Jubilee Gardens, Miriam told me a bit about all the exciting things she has planned during her visit… Spending time with family, meeting up with old friends from university, meeting fellow bloggers and – the main reason for her visit – a five day residential writing course! Once we got into conversation, I felt fairly relaxed except when Miriam told me about a family connection to a famous author whose name I didn’t recognise and I didn’t admit this straight away, thinking it would come to me later (and I didn’t want to look stupid… Although I realize now that I managed to anyway). I did worry about this a bit when I got home, hoping Miriam didn’t think I was an idiot. I’m sure she didn’t but this mild paranoia did make me wonder if this, in a very small way, gave me a taste of what it might be like to live with social anxiety.
The rest of the morning was led by Mushroom. As we watched him play, we talked about about parenting – Miriam’s children are now all in their 20s but the early years never seem far away when you look back – and getting the balance right between keeping them safe and being overprotective, siblings – when I was young, I always wanted a big brother. I have one brother and sister, both younger (and my brother is now bigger than me!) but Miriam, who has a brother 11 years older then her, always wished for a sibling closer in age.
After a while we spotted some giant bubbles over by the river. When I showed Mushroom he got very excited so we headed over to see them close up.
Once he’d worked out that giving money meant more bubbles, he kept running back to me shouting ‘money please!’ I let him go back and forth for a little while and while he chased the bubbles, Miriam asked me if I’d ever met a fellow blogger before. I had to think about it but I realised that apart from those I already knew, the answer was ‘no.’ We talked about why, despite living in the same country as most of the bloggers I follow, I hadn’t done and I guess the thought hadn’t really occurred to me in the way it might have done if I were travelling. It gave me food for thought and I talked about BritMums Live and how I was considering going next year to meet fellow bloggers. We then talked about BlogHer, which I don’t know too much about, and how all of these blogging conferences seem to be aimed at women. Is there a BlogHim? I couldn’t find anything like it when I did a quick search so perhaps that’s a subject for a future blog post!
As it got closer to lunchtime, after which Mr B was coming to spend some family time with me and Mushroom, we starting walking towards the Jubilee bridge so that Miriam could get to the Strand for a bit of shopping. On the way, we passed a carousel and a little old-fashioned car ride. Mushroom said he wanted to go in it but I wasn’t sure as whenever we’ve attempted these rides in the past he’s cried as soon as it moved. I took the chance, having checked that it would be ok to take him off once it started (I was assured it goes slowly and is stopped if a child is in distress), I bought a token and he took his place in the driving seat and we fastened his seatbelt. Once it started, he had such a look of intense concentration on his face as he steered his way around the circular track. He didn’t cry at all…. Until it stopped and I took him out! That was his cue for a nap so we walked on to the bridge, said goodbye to Miriam (well I did, Mushroom screamed ‘No!’ but did manage a weak smile and a wave… as she walked away!). Mushroom finally fell asleep in his buggy as we walked along the Thames watching the boats.
So it was a day for firsts for us both! I met a fellow blogger for the first time and Mushroom went on, and stayed on, a fairground ride without crying. Perhaps Miriam had a calming effect on him. I certainly enjoyed my time with her and am looking forward to meeting up with her again next year!
[Miriam apologises for not being able to respond to this post – although there is no need! – as she is busy with her exciting adventures for the next month. Remember to check back on her blog then to see what else she’s been up to!]
*You can find out more about Miriam, and social anxiety, in this interview, from my Ordinary People series over at Honest Speaks.