Is it just me, or does one’s memory … um … I forget what I was going to write.
It seems as though that happens a lot these days, much more so now than before I had children.
It’s not just forgetting things like where I put the keys or an appointment time; it’s forgetting major things, like everything I learned in school.
How have I been getting through the past days, months and years not knowing what a vascular plant is?
No worries. I know what a vascular plant is now: a plant that has tubes. What is a tube? I can’t remember, but thankfully my son remembered on his science test and (BMA: Bragging Mom Alert!) managed to score an A+.
As our kids get older, I spend a lot of time helping with homework and studying for tests. I am re-learning most of what they are learning for the first time. Hopefully they will do a better job of retaining it than I have.
My sister-in-law is a teacher and she often helps her students remember things by showing them little “memory tricks.”
She taught me one of those tricks when I kept messing up the year my son was born.
“He was born on the 21st,” she said. “Two plus one is three. He was born in ’03. Get it?”
I got it. And I use this trick every time I call the pediatrician’s office.
So, while studying with my son for his science test, I started coming up with some tricks for him (and myself, because plant biology is probably a good thing for a person with a degree in agriculture to know) to use.
“What four things does a plant need to survive?” I asked him.
He paused, then said, “Sunlight … water …”
The correct answer was: light, air, water and nutrients.
“LAWN!” I blurted out before he could finish. “The lawn needs LAWN – light, air, water, nutrients – to survive! Get it?”
He got it. He thinks I’m a little nutty, but my son liked this trick and even shared it with his science teacher.
Aggravating as it is, my faltering memory is part of the reason I write this column every week (when I remember to). If I don’t put it in writing, I will forget what it was like raising a brood of three.
And maybe when we have grandchildren — and one of them knocks his brother’s tooth out “by accident” — I can say, “Oh! You did that, too! Remember?”