At 10am on the morning of Saturday 3rd July I was nervous. Very nervous. I hesitantly walked into a hotel lobby where hundreds of women were chatting happily and clutching a bright pink bag labelled 'CyberMummy'. This is where I was going to spend the day. I didn't recognise any of the faces, and yet I knew a lot of these women well. Some very well. And they knew me.
Having hastily ditched my sweaty, smelly, not-ideal-for-making-a-good-first-impression pumps for a reasonable pair of 'conference casual' heels, I felt a little bit taller and a little bit braver.
I hovered (that's hovered, not hoovered) at the registration desk. "Do you need my real name or my virtual one?" I asked, and then laughed at the absurdity of the question.
Having got my real/virtual name badge, I joined a small queue of ladies waiting for their goodie bag (or Santa's Sack as it turned out to be). Finding myself standing behind a 'Pink Lady', resplendent in sateen jacket and wig I just had to say something; break my ice, as it were. Turns out, this was London City Mum. "Ahhh, London City Mum!" I cried. "Ahhh, Hot Cross Mum," she cried back. We hugged and laughed and that was how the day started, continued and ended (not all with LCM, I might add. She's lovely and all that but there were a lot of other people there as well!)
CyberMummy 2010 was so many things. Exciting, nerve-wracking, emotional, informative, more emotional, inspiring, hilarious, touching and truly, an original. A First Edition to be treasured by all who touched it.
If I ever doubted why I blog, CyberMummy gave me the answer.
ps today's post was brought to you by the keyword 'CyberMummy'. See, I was paying attention.