…Catie graduated from Kindergarten.
…the twins were still in diapers.
…I was bigger than a house.
…Nate was said house.
That’s what I remember.
It’s amazing what I’ve forgotten. Mostly because I’m not a forgetter. Friends call me when they can’t remember the name of some random person. M asks me when he needs the name of the guy who repaired our AC six years ago.
But suddenly I’ve turned into Chief Forgetter. Maybe it’s the Epstein-Barr Cog Fog that’s so prevalent with this stupid disease. Maybe it’s four kids and too much stuff and not enough time to reflect.
Case in point: yesterday I showed the twins a picture of their class last year. They couldn’t remember any of the kids.
I could remember only three of the kids’ names. Two of them were mine.
You may not think it’s strange I couldn’t remember the name of five two-year-olds the twins saw twice a week for a few months.
But I can STILL remember every kid Catie’s two-year-old class–and their mom’s names.
Must be true that age + crisis makes the forgetter work a little too well for all of us.
God bless Nate and his future classmates.
I hope to remember any of their names.
