The other day I read that absent-minded children are actually more intelligent. Their brains process many things at once. Yippeee, there’s hope for ours. Especially since I’ve been worried that with genes from S and me – they had no chance in life.
Niks’ first teacher complained he used to be walking along the pre-school wall when the other kids were chanting their ABCs. And Neel takes 25 minutes to walk from the gate up home – which should take a normal kid 2 minutes.
Let me dwell on us now. And why we’re worried. For those who don’t know S and me, that is.
I forget everything. And I can’t even blame it on ageing, because I was always this way. Last week, I threw S’s carefully prepared boiled eggs and toast into the sink, while I put a plate of egg shells before him. Ok, so I was in a hurry... but still...
I forget to phone people back, to pay bills, to collect payments, to put the recycling out, to sign the homework. And S is no better. His spectacles are legend! They always lose their way. When he’s rushing out to work, the house needs to go on a hunt – above the bar cabinet, in the laundry basket, in the trouser pocket, on the newspaper pile – no, no, no....I last saw it there, no here, no – where did you last keep it ? If I knew, it wouldn’t be lost, would it?
The other day, I went on a hunt for the sugar jar – it wasn’t in the food cabinet, not in the fridge, not in the microwave... I informed everyone that white sugar was poison!!!! And they would have to bear the bitter jitters from now on... till I found Neel’s school belt neatly rolled up near the tea jar. Aha! So, naturally I walked to the school uniform shelf – and voila – the sugar jar in all its sweetness, was sitting neatly on the white shirts. It’s probably as absent-minded as the rest of us are.
I know it’s normal for everyone to take a while to realise they’re married and settle in and all – but S and I regularly locked ourselves in or out of our house in the early days. Is that normal?
Now – the good news – who cares if it’s normal? It’s a sign of intelligence! Read the report! Yippeee. So when I send Niks to get my book from the bedroom, and I find him 10 minutes later, following the path of an ant up the stairs – I won’t have a breakdown. No – I’ll say, ‘Niks, you may lose your way, and your memory, and your spectacles and your wallet, and even your job some day... what a very intelligent thing to do!’