Nora has a scary fantastic memory. At Christmas time, she memorized The Night Before Christmas. You know, “the moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave a luster of mid-day to objects below…” Memorized. I have a recording.
This memory of hers is starting to come in very handy. Sunday at the grocery store, I told her all the things on the grocery list. Then we went around the store and collected our items. I said, “It’s time to check-out.” “What about the bars?” she asked. I had forgotten the kiddie Clif bars.
Lest you think her memory is triggered only by tasty treats, here’s another example. Week before last week, there were reminders posted all over Nora’s school that the following Monday was picture day. I knew there was NO chance of me retaining this information all weekend long, so I put a reminder in my phone. Monday, before my reminder went off, Nora woke up, stretched, walked into the kitchen and said, “It’s picture day.”
I used to be that sharp, until mommy brain hit me full force. It all makes sense now, Nora took my brain.