The Case of Selective Mom Memory

I`d heard of this phenomenon a long time ago.  Back then, it had to do with forgetting birth pain.  The other day I was talking with a friend of mine and she mentioned that her and her three boys all had colds at the moment.  I said something about liking all of the cuddles when the kids were sick and she said hers were just cranky.  It reminded me, in fairly quick fashion, that mine are cranky too but that was not the first thing that came to mind when I thought about sick kids - oddly enough.  

Tonight - before supper - as I was cleaning up spaghetti sauce from the floor, and some hot chocolate drops, and some blue stuff that I still haven`t been able to positively identify - I noticed I was silently chanting I love my kids, I love my kids.  

This made me think about the fact that I`m adamant about getting my morning hug from each of my kids and telling them that I love them.  And in the morning, I`m not saying it because I`m trying to keep my cool - I`m saying it because I think it`s a nice way to start the day.  Before dinner tonight ... it was to remind myself how lucky I am to have kids to clean up after... I guess.

In the morning I will greet my sleepy-eyed children with a hug and kiss and tell them that I love them; and I won`t even remember that I lost some skin off my knuckle while I was trying to wipe up little spills.  So I just wanted to say how thankful I am, and how awesome it is, that selective mom memory exists.  Even if it`s early dementia, it still has me looking forward to my morning hugs.

Happy evolving!