When it comes to memory, I have occasionally had difficulty remembering “things”. And, by things I mean my keys, my cell phone, paying a bill (ouch!), etc. However, when it comes to remembering past events, I’ve been told that I have the memory of an elephant.
I attribute it to making friends and maintaining good friendships. But, that memory is not so impressive when there has been alcohol involved. (In that case, my inner elephant fails me, but apparently I’m a lot of fun.)
Even my childhood friend, who grew up across the street from me, still lives vicariously through her own childhood through my memory bank. There has been many times when I have started a story that begins with “Remember when…” only to find that I am the only one who remembers it. It is a little lonely when that happens.
We all have a special superpower: I’m sure of it, and a good memory is mine. But recently, my world got turned upside down, and it’s embarrassing for me to admit. But, I felt that there MUST be other mothers who have been in my situation, so anyway, here goes…