The Handwork teacher

I am a mother to two beautiful girls and I teach Handwork and Fine Arts in our local waldorf charter school in Arizona.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Forgetful

Forgetful should be my name. "Hello, my name is Mrs. Forgetful, I will be teaching you handwork today."

we went to the public pool this afternoon and I ran into 2 women who were my clients in the past and I FORGOT their names entirely, no actually completely. One woman I couldn't even place where I knew her from and she was a woman that I spent 24 hours with during labor. When she approached me I knew she was someone in my birth world, I just didn't know from where...Le Leche League? mom and baby playgroup? Birth circle? Midwifery conference? Doula client? Midwifery client? Bradley Student? I just couldn't place her.
She said "Hi Narsingh how are you?" "Oh, Hi how are you?" "It Laura, remember me? 24 hour birth." "Oh yes of course I do!" OOPS!!!! "How is your husband?" "Mark is fine"
"You look different" "Well I lost 50 pounds and I'm not pregnant"
"yah that will do it!"

Yah I felt like a dork!

The other woman I did remember her story, but I couldn't remember her name. I think the only reason I remembered her birth was because her husband left her during the labor and didn't come back....such a sad story! Granted these women were in my life 1 and 3 years ago.

I hate that I never remember names!

My students in school are going to see me during the summer and I won't remember who they are! Oh God, someone save my memory!

1 comment:

Mother of Pinky! said...

I think that happens to anyone who has interaction with lots of people. Especially when in your circles, you get to know people in an intimate way - the stories can blend together.