When Memory Fails Me...
I used to have a good memory. Well, technically, I still do. But it seems reserved for only the long-term memories: all those things I could care less about remembering, or ancient memories like turning two (no kidding). I vividly remember my second birthday--I lived in Italy, wore a pale pink dress, and was smiling from ear to ear as my mother brought out the teal and peach teddy bear cake that she'd made for me. My husband jokes that I always remember the most obscure details of memories, like what someone else was wearing or what I was eating, and my brother jokes that I remember everything for him since he can't recall a thing from our childhood. Regardless, it seems like my good memory is stuck in the past, because in recent years my pregnancy-turned-mommy-brain has taken over life, and all the memories that seem to matter most--save those crystal clear childhood ones--are gone with the wind. This pains me, especially when it comes to memories of my kids. It&