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Guys, we have a hot topic today: Milanese women between 35/40 on. The Milan preschoolers and elementary schoolers’ mothers who quit their 24/7 jobs as employees or young associates when they gave birth and basically either found a part time job or became self employers or exclusively devoted themselves to growing up their own offsprings. Most of my friends in a word ☺️

When we moved to Lugano we sent the kid to the American School in Switzerland (TASIS. I should write a post on it, it is worth one) and I got to know mothers from all around the world, Russians, Brazilians, Arabs, whatever. Well, they don’t differ from one another as much as – in My opinion – the Milanese mothers differ from any other group of mothers in the world.

At first sight Milanese mothers are just … Mean. Simple like this. They’re used to gathering in small groups and to staring at each other as if they were scanning industrial secrets of an opposed foreign sovereignty. When you go pick up the kid at school you can tell them scrutinising you from a distance. The scanning is from the tip of your toes to the top of your head and – unless you’re used to it for having gone through it over and over again – makes you feel embarrassed even if you’re as spiffy as a woman can be. 

Milanese mothers are always busy. Regardless of whether they work as CIOs of some international corporation, they’re mothers of 1 with several nannies and a load of home maids, or they have 4 kids and no home help at all they’re all equally busy apparently. Don’t ask me how this can be. I often happened to bump into some friend who was literally fleeing as if it was a matter of life just to find out in the end that she was only running late for … Pilates 😕

Milanese mothers are effective, organised, proficient and socially and culturally developed. They organise playdates at the kids’ museum so their children can socialise with one another and altogether develop some crucial cognitive or motor skills, they take their kids to the theatre and bake cinnamon biscuits for their little ones’ teachers at Christmas (or just buy them at the new stylish, glossy Marchesi patisserie by Prada in Via Montenapoleone). They don’t miss a shot: dress well, take the kids to school, go to work (or to Pilates or to take a coffee together or wherever), fix meals and houseworks (or have them fixed by their accurately selected staff) pick up the kids at school, take them to their play dates or birthday parties, take them back home, help out with homeworks, feed them change them in their pijamas and get ready for going out to dinner or welcoming guests. But – as an insider – I can tell there’s a lot more to milanese mothers: some of them just can’t catch up with the expectations and become definitely sour, but those who succeed as well as those who have a more laid back attitude and don’t give a damn about expectations are just a great fun and have a remarkable sense of humour. And what’s more they’re basically kind of party animals 😜.

And this is the wit that gave rise to the “A.A.A.” Mothers club I’m proud to be an honorary member of. What happened this year is that on Wednesdays, late in the afternoon, some of my friends’ older children have their 1 hour catechism lesson at school to prepare for their first Eucharist (we’re all catholic people here in Italy). Now, what do you think a bunch of sleek catholic Milanese mothers should do while waiting for their offspring to be introduced to the mistery of Holy Eucharist? Have an aperitif of course! At the end of the day Milan is also known as the “Milano da bere” (Milan to be drunk, ad it was called back in the roaring ’80s after an Amaro Ramazzotti advertising campaign http://youtu.be/2m8jnLuMEYA).

  
In the centre of Milan, a few steps away from the renowned Basilica di Sant’Ambrogio and the Universitá Cattolica del Sacro Cuore, in Piazza Mentana, there’s a chiringuito like one of those that sell watermelon and cold drinks in summer. From March to November (depending on the weather and the temperature) instead of watermelons the chiringuito at Piazza Mentana sells amazing cocktails like my favourite red hot chilly pepper mojito and other fashionable aperitifs. And there the mums gather after dropping their beloved offspring.
attitude of Milanese women my age is mothers is (http://www.mammaf.it/)