Moms forget? Mom brain. Yeah, they’ve done research on it. Mom brain. Well, I have some research on it too on the account that I live it and I known people very close to me who live it.Sometimes we don’t want to remember. Sometimes we want to forget. Sometimes we want to forget things around us because that’s the only way to survive the day. We need to get things done everyday. Same. Thing. Every. Day. Every. Day. So yeah forgetfulness becomes a companion that we cannot survive without.
Sure it’s part of who we are. Sure is part of our “science”. It’s also survival. We need it. Sometimes I need to forget the previous day because I feel like I didn’t do anything. I know I raised my children and every minute with them is precious.
Right now they are playing in the rain and that is beautiful and breathtaking. But it will rain again in a weak and they will dance again the same way. That will be just as precious. Sure I’ll enjoy it just as much. But in order to enjoy it again I’ll have to forget a bit on how much work it will be afterward.
The clean up. The mud. The water. Wet, dirty, muddy children.
Oh and one of them is scared of thunder. He plays in the rain until he hears thunder. Then the aftermath is a bit of hell.
My happiness depends on me being just teensy weensy bit forgetful and spaced out.
You can call it something from above or an act that moms everywhere can control. Or maybe it’s a bit of both.
I say it’s a blessing sometimes. Sometimes we could use less of it I’ll admit but we couldn’t do without it either.
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