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How the c-word turned a grouch into a (fairy) godmother

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Sure my ovulation cycle doesn't have the future of a monarchy relying on it, however I'm a woman of a certain age and certain questions (and eyebrows) are raised when it comes to the c-word.


In the past six months I've schmoozed with more babies than Obama, Gillard and the cast of The Wiggles. These days I can't decipher which of my girlfriends (and some boyfriends) are glowing and which are just gorging.

Life at the moment is like a Skyhooks song, but not for the abundance of bell bottomed jeans and sequins, it's because all my friends are getting married and doing what they're told.

However recently I was asked to become a parent - a Godparent - and it was one of the proudest and most enlightening moments of my life.

"We're not really that concerned about the spiritual side of things. You've got your life together and you'd be a good influence," my friends told me, which is a good thing as I'm not too sure many churches would agree with my "Hallowed be thy Net-A-Porter" ethos.


I haven't had a lot to do with children. I'm generally the cranky woman in the cafe rolling her eyes when a teething toddler is screaming for more marshmallows in their baby cino.

I have no nieces or nephews (not unless you count the hairy four-legged variety) or regular contact with younger distant family members so I took a trip back to memory lane to reflect on the ways in which child rearing has most significantly changed since I was a kid making mud pies in denim dungarees.

Floating around the Harbour City last week I noticed the old motto, "Children should be seen and not heard" (a slogan which was bigger than John Farnham's hair in the '80s) is now completely defunct in our highly social world.

Kids are everywhere and parents are out and proud with the fruit of their loins these days.

Most children born in the era of Facebook have a profile before they even take the journey down the birthing canal (yes I'm talking to you dear friends, who consider an ultrasound to be a suitable profile avatar).

One would even go as far to say they were the hottest accessory at Fashion Week considering they featured in numerous shows, rummaged through gift bags and watched intently from the front row.

I'm talking to you dear friends, who consider an ultrasound to be a suitable profile avatar

Once upon a time only the offspring of fashion designers made fashion show cameos – however last week in Sydney, tots (that weren't much younger than the majority of some fashion bloggers) turned the cosmopolitan city into a chic crèche.

It was there I met Daisy, 3, whose real name was Madison, but she preferred to be addressed as Daisy, who was waiting in line to see Jenny Kee's retrospective showcase. Daisy was wearing red lipstick and told me a fairy took her front tooth but it didn't matter as she was very excited to see "the gum nut babies on the scarves".

That interaction with Daisy was one of the most coherent (and creative) conversations I had during the week.

While kids were walking or singing on the catwalk, I spoke to the director of The Dreamery Sarah Pavillard who had her 5-year-old daughter Clementine in tow in the f-row.

"Couldn't find a babysitter?" I asked.

"No, I just wanted her to come along to some shows with me as it's kind of like taking her to an art gallery, she loves the colours, the clothes and the music."

Another woman who is encouraging this new era of 'kid's lib' is PR queen Roxy Jacenko.

Rather than taking maternity leave and cooing at a Mother's Group, she has incorporated her daughter into her daily professional routine by creating a Tumblr blog authored by her eight-month old tot Pixie-Rose (and setting her up with her own email address).

While I may not be dragging my tractor-loving godson to any fashion events anytime soon, I will happily listen to his opinion on everything from Lego blocks to the Leveson inquiry because what I have learned since he has come into my life is that everybody, no matter how big or small, should be heard.

What do you think? Do you think kids are becoming "socialised" too early in life? What are your thoughts on children in adult scenarios like fashion shows, art galleries and blogs?

P.S. Happy Mother's Day to all you amazing baby mummas out there, keep up the great work.

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