19 September 2014

A "framily" adventure


This gem appeared on my Bookface feed this morning. 
 


It’s a quote from Jane Austin’s Northanger Abbey. It was posted by my dear friend Lady Howmany, an inspiring mother of four very fine young women.  She shared it hours after she deposited her two 15 year old daughters on a plane bound for my village on The Other Side Of The World.  The twins, or RaLa, will spend the next two weeks at the little known (because it didn’t exist before today) Low Down Dutch Finishing School in Amsterdam, of which I am, apparently, the Principal.
Lady Howmany and I know a bit about villages and their value.  We lived around the corner from each other in the “village” of Sydney.  During that time, she taught me the truth of the oft-quoted adage that “it takes a village to raise a child”.  She certainly helped raise mine.

I met her in the school playground a decade or so ago.  She was gloriously competent, confident and self-assured.  The sight of Her Ladyship effortlessly wrangling four feisty girls and a couple of extra playmates, all under six years of age, into a small bus was a sight to behold.  The realisation that she could do that while simultaneously conducting a phone call with her boss, triumphantly extracting a long-lost library book from a school bag, expertly applying a bandaid to a scraped knee and calmly completing the overdue netball registration form convinced me that she was unlikely to ever want to be friends with someone like me.  Until I saw her in action I truly thought that my emerging ability to get a four and a six year old boy into a car and have their seat belts done up in less than fifteen minutes was admirable. 
However, we did become friends, for which I must say I take full credit.  I make that claim because I believe that we bonded over my somewhat pretentious use of one of the few words in the English language that m'lady didn’t know the definition of.  If I recall correctly, she was telling several of us how busy she had been that day, and I casually remarked that she was suffering from “the curse of the fecund”.  The irony of a mother of four asking what “fecund” meant still makes me chuckle.

Before the day was done the friendship was cemented not only by a shared love of words and an equally irreverent sense of humour, but also by a mutually recognised opportunity to redress the gender imbalance in our respective families.  We set out on an ambitious and blatantly contrived social engineering scheme to constructively expose our offspring to the opposite sex.  When “boys’ germs” and “girls’ germs” were rife in the school playground that our six children shared, our respective houses appeared to give them all immunity.  At school they barely acknowledged each other. But in each other’s houses they jumped on trampolines together and built cubby houses together.  When it got too dark to do that anymore they lolled on sofas together, alternating between movies about princesses and movies about action heroes (hopefully realising that the storyline in both was identical).  They squabbled together, they ganged up against each other, and then before we knew it they had regrouped and  were giggling together during one of countless shared meals.  They were so comfortable in their inter-familial gang, flipping effortlessly between their inter-familial houses and travelling in their inter-familial cars that Lady Howmany and I decided they were “framily”; more than friends but not quite family.  A decade later, her four girls are still referred to in our house as “the fristers”; more than friends but not quite sisters. 
In a few hours, two of the fristers will once again be sitting in our living room.  From there we'll set out together to discover my Amsterdam village and places further afield.  Before too long I expect they'll be squabbling with their frothers and then giggling with them once again around our shared table.  

And so, I hope, The Low Down Dutch Finishing School will take us all right back to that beautifully happy place where our framily started a decade ago. Now that's what I call an adventure.





 

2 comments:

  1. You have a delightful way with words! Splendid posting, Kate.

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  2. Thanks for stopping by, Jude. RaLa has now arrived and the adventure has begun!

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