On the flip side, I made my own
        
        
          mum discoveries – including the
        
        
          meanings of those words mentioned
        
        
          above. (I scored Ds in my own
        
        
          science exams many moons ago.) I
        
        
          learnt that I needed the deadline to
        
        
          actually set aside time to prepare
        
        
          for my turn in the rotation. (Science
        
        
          Club meets weekly after school in
        
        
          the host’s home, where we natter and
        
        
          play, do the experiments, and then
        
        
          eat dinner together. Thankfully, help
        
        
          from helpers means we don’t have to
        
        
          plan or make the dinners!) And I also
        
        
          realised that the deadline allowed me
        
        
          to honour the 30-minute block of time
        
        
          with my daughter and her friends.
        
        
          Let’s not kid around. There
        
        
          have been times when I was running
        
        
          around 30 minutes before a session
        
        
          trying to source the marbles essential
        
        
          for any good handmade marble run;
        
        
          where I’ve put out an alert to the other
        
        
          mums for bottles because the stash
        
        
          I’d been astutely saving had been put
        
        
          out for recycling. There have been
        
        
          afternoons where Science Club feels
        
        
          like Whinge Club, where the kids
        
        
          are tired and the mums are too, and
        
        
          all we really want is a good gab and
        
        
          a chocolate biscuit or eight. But we
        
        
          know now that even three minutes in,
        
        
          the girls will be wide-eyed and batting
        
        
          their baby brothers out of the way so
        
        
          they can get on and really work things
        
        
          out. When we shout, “Science Club,”
        
        
          the girls come running. It’s amazing
        
        
          to think that the wise thinking of my
        
        
          (now) good friend and neighbour put
        
        
          those wheels in motion. (Motion is
        
        
          another great topic we’ve investigated.)
        
        
          As a working mum, I don’t think
        
        
          that I would have ever chosen Science
        
        
          Club. But Science Club seems to have
        
        
          chosen me, sparking my daughter’s
        
        
          interest, prompting her to ask why
        
        
          and deepening all of our friendships
        
        
          to boot. Now, despite one founding
        
        
          member having emigrated, the oldest
        
        
          scientist going to Primary Two and
        
        
          the youngest starting school full-time,
        
        
          we’ll be grabbling schedules, test
        
        
          tubes in hand, to make Science Club
        
        
          happen again this year. And since the
        
        
          girls’ baby brothers are turning three,
        
        
          I suppose we’d better finally start
        
        
          involving them, too…
        
        
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