I only know this because she told me.
We got out of the car at a large parking lot yesterday afternoon. It was so big that each section had a number and a letter. We happened to be in 5C.
She told me that I didn’t need to write it down because she would remember. She would write in her brain book.
I watched her as she traced a “5″ and a “C” in the palm of her hand with her finger and said, “I’ll remember now; its in my brain.”
And she did. When we walked back to our car an hour later I quizzed her, “Where did we park?” She paused, looked up and to the left and she said quickly, “5C”.
I wish I had a brain book. Mabye I did when I was 7 but I certainly don’t have one now. I stopped adding new pages to my brain book after grad school. My brain book was cut in half after my first pregnancy and then halved again after Naomi. And then somewhere between 31 and 34 the pages that I did have seem to have been sucked dry.
Even now, sometimes I have to actually picture a word in my head to bring it up (early Alzheimers?).
Chad: Where are my keys?
Me: They are on the…the…the…
I’m trying to say “kitchen counter” but the words won’t come unless I use my brain book to actually visualize the kitchen counter.
I feel like my brain book has been reduced to a Dick and Jane I-Can-Read! book.
Me: See, Dad. Look, Dad, look. The keys are here, Dad.
Chad: Thank you, Mom. Please give the keys to me.
I can’t wait to see what happens to me by the time I’m 50. Maybe by then the only brain book I’ll have left will be a toddler-level board book with pictures, shapes and primary colors.
At that point I’ll just be able to point and giggle.
I am so glad to see that I am not the only one out there who forgets random everyday words…I hate that!
this is so me! i feel like i am rummaging through a storage closet of words, trying to find the right one.
when i can remember, i eat blueberries. heard they help with memory. they probably don’t,but they are tasty.
Oh Sarah, I feel your pain! I feel like my brain has faded with every baby, and with every passing year. This week I forgot what time gymnastics class was, and even had a friend sign up for the wrong time, because I was confused! She understood though, because she’s in the same boat…the sinking brain ship of motherhood!
I haven’t even had kids and mine is worse than yours! I’ll see the picture in my mind but I’ll say, “The keys are in the museum.”
Museum?? Where did that come from??
Oy vey.
Sometimes my 8 year old tells me that my brain cells are dying. I don’t really know anything about that, but I’m sure it’s probably true. A brain book would be super!
My mom has been saying for years that she has “half-heimers” since she’s not at “all-zheimers” yet… I’m now so understanding what she meant.
I also blame it on the narcotics…
Ahh ! I can so relate !
I had to laugh at your title before I even read the post. My Mom always had a brain book … but it was a little notebook she carried EVERYWHERE because if it didn’t go in her brain book, it DIDN’T HAPPEN !!!
Guess it’s a problem that’s plagued mother’s generations back !!
i think my memory has gone out the window with each one of my children. i used to have a brain book now i have to keep lists and a planner to so i can keep track of life.
i find myself searching for words or walking into a room and not being able to remember what i needed. oh so frustrating. glad i have kids to help me remember.
i seem to have filled my brain book a long time ago. now all i’m left with is FBS — fuzzy brain syndrome.
ugh.