Do you ever get that feeling….you know the one when you’re going on holiday and you feel like you forgot something? You go through your mental checklist a million times. Did I pack credit cards, passport, currency, travel adapter, sunscreen, and toothbrush? Plus a 1000 other items. Did I lock the front door? Did I cancel the milk? Did I confirm the flights? Can the neighbours get in to feed the cats?
I can’t shake this feeling every time I leave the house without my daughter (not by accident of course). I flew solo for 35 years and it’s amazing how in 2.5 years she has become a permanent fixture on my side. I see her more than my own shadow, which is not a complaint.
Prior to having my daughter I always joked that if I had kids I’d surely forget them somewhere. Luckily, this has happened……..yet?
I dated a bloke in university that came from a family of 10 he was twenty and the youngest had just been born. Yes, they were devout Catholics if you were wondering. They all bundled into the family people carrier for a holiday, made a pit stop at some services. They hopped back in the van, drove 45 minutes down the road and didn’t realise they had left poor Mary behind until her dad tried to ask her a question. Quick u-turn and they raced back to the petrol station to find poor Mary standing outside the petrol station crying. Bless!
Have you ever accidentally forgotten your children or were you forgotten as a child?