The look of understanding

I love places where you can sit with your noisy child and across the room you will share a look with another mother that says 'Yes, I know. But it's all right.' I just love it. Sitting with Wolf propped up on the communal table at Hausfrau and at least three other mothers coming in with toddlers and babies gave me that shared smile and empathetic glance as Wolf gurgled and yelled at the top of his voice. I love Yarraville. It's full of people who actually realise that the swathe of cloth across your chest is a baby sling, not an oddly noisy, wriggly bag.