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Kate is three. I realized this week that I don’t remember finding out that she would be a girl. I know that we did–I found an old post discussing possible names* and they were all female–but I can’t remember finding out. This sudden realization that I can’t remember what seems like a fairly significant event disturbs me. I only have three children after all! How can I not remember? Where were my other children? Who was watching them? How did I tell them the news? How did I feel about it? How did Pdad feel about it? I don’t know. I don’t remember.
Kate at Three-I don't want to forget
I wonder what else I don’t remember. It is like when someone defriends you on Facebook and you suddenly notice that his or her status updates are not showing up on your homepage any more. You check, and yep, you’ve been defriended. The defriending itself is not even as disturbing as the uneasiness–who else might have defriended you that you don’t even know about? And so I find myself wondering: what am I forgetting that I’ve forgotten?
I need to blog more. I think I need to worry less about saying something interesting or important, and just at least say something–because I don’t want to forget.
*The runners-up were Amelia, Beata, Bethany, Catherine (Kate), Carrie, Christa, Eden, Eliza, Nora and Sariah
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I realized the last time I tried to tell Anna the story of the day she was born that I couldn’t remember if it was her birth or her sister’s where the doctor handed the baby to John first… I DO remember thinking it was a pretty raw deal.
I love your window crayon idea. it stinks when someone defriends you, I promise I will not defriend you…I really enjoying hearing all you have to say.
This is happening to me alot–forgetting significant moments in my life. Now I really get journaling. I used to think, “Why would I write that down? It’s not going to ever be important to anyone in 100 years.” Well, two or three or ten years later, I’m finding it’s important to me. I’m feeling a LOT of regret about not writing those significant insignificancies (is that a word?) down.