Absent minded parenting.

It is no secret amongst people who know me that I can tend to be a bit absent minded. I’m not sure if it’s a matter of just being forgetful, or more a matter of my mind wandering causing me to forget to remember things in the first place. Or more than likely, it’s a combination of the both. Being an absent-minded dad has its advantages and disadvantages.

One advantage is I tend to forget things that I probably should worry about. So I often deal with a lot less stress than some other parents. It is not uncommon for people I come into contact with to say something like, “So how is that situation with Natalie going? I know it has had the both of you pretty worried.”

This usually is followed by me simultaneously answering “Ummm, it’s going ok . . .” All the while searching my brain frantically for what it is about Natalie that I should be concerned about.

Later, when I ask my wife what it is about Natalie that I am supposed to be concerned about, I would get an answer something like, “Did you forget that she claims to be a Wildebeest and has bitten four kids in her class . . . . and the teacher?”

I would, of course, then remember my daughter’s specie identity crisis and the biting incidents, and realize that I had not worried about it as much as I maybe should have (probably because none of the victims had reported needing stitches).

So things such as my darling youngest child biting students and teachers tend to cause a lot less stress for me than perhaps the average parent.

But then I’m always reminded of the disadvantages as well.

A few days ago, I had to drop off a book that my older daughter, Hannah, had forgotten to take to school. Feeling like a responsible, caring parent, I proudly marched into the school’s office and asked the secretary if she could make sure the book would get to my daughter.

“What grade is she in?” she asked.

“Ummm . . . I’m not sure,” I said a little embarrassed.

“Well, how old is she?”

I was even more embarrassed that I couldn’t remember how old my daughter was.

“Well . . . . Uhhh . . . she’s about this tall,” I sheepishly answered, holding up my hand.

The secretary gazed at me with a look of bewilderment.

I was, however, able to provide her with my daughter’s first and last name.

19 thoughts on “Absent minded parenting.

  1. Hysterical. The school scene was great. My kids are adults and when I’m asked what year they were born in, except for my first, I have to really think. And then usually count off in relation to my oldest. It’s really embarrassing. I can learn languages, but I can’t remember 2 additional birthday years?

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  2. Lol!!! But you’re not alone, I think my hubby would be a hit like that, though his reason for not knowing is that when I talk, he tunes out… Then can’t remember whatever important thing I told him!!!!
    I’ve had the dads not knowing ages and class names at schoo, before too… !!!!

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