I've been back to playgroup again this afternoon. Loads of the other mums said hello to me or smiled. I feel comfortable there now, I had a couple of chats. I spent most of the time playing with the baby on the mat, keeping one eye on the toddler.
The toddler was playing on his own as usual, pushing the shopping trolley up and down. He also played with the toy kitchen, occasionally holding up a piece of toy fruit to show me. Yes it's a banana! Oh look, you've got a pear!
He then went over to the wendy house. He likes opening and closing doors. Over and over and over again. Soon some girls went in and made themselves at home. When my boy tried to go in, and admittedly he did try about a dozen times, a little girl shouted at him 'WE DON'T WANT YOU IN HERE'.
I wanted to run over, scoop him up in my arms and say 'there there, horrid girls'. My eyes were stinging with tears. I want to wrap him up in cotton wool and protect him forever. I am a mother hen. I'm sure I'm also a lioness who will defend her cubs from attack. No one will ever love him as much as I do.
He was fine. He walked away and played with the lego.
Perhaps I should worry less, but I can't. I'm his Mum.