I am addicted, I have a problem, my name is Effie and I am a Pram-O-Holic. I have just bought a new pram. That would make it 4 prams in 6 months. Sick right? How have I done it, well I just sell the old one each time. I rationalize it by saying I need it for my job (being a mother)… But last night I realised that in fact it's not the pram I am interested in at all (no its not the shopping), but rather what that pram signifies. *The first pram we bought my ex chose (it was a man's pram, far too heavy and complicated, it didn't need to come with instructions it needed to come with a car). *The second a friend of mine had, who like me also had a baby with someone from a different culture. Somehow I thought if I got the pram maybe my relationship would get better in the same way hers had. * The third I saw a single mother using and after talking to her, I decided maybe I needed her pram, seeing as I was now single. She seemed happy; maybe it would work for me too. * And now this final one….well it's owned by a friend of mine that has; money, husband, nice house and no worries…u could say, it's the pram for the baby that has it all. So I guess you can guess why I bought it. It's much harder bringing up a baby on my own then I thought. I guess I just haven't been able to face up to that…instead I have been letting my prams do the talking for me. |