Earlier today Finn barged into the bathroom, waving his sippy cup for more juice and caught me inserting a tampon. I’m sure I’m not the only mother in the world whose son’s seen this but at the time he did give the whole thing a very odd look. Why is that going into mommy there?
I read somewhere that the way the human memory works is that we actually remember every single thing that ever happened to us. The reality is that – even though we don’t know it – we carry every moment of our lives around with us forever. Our brains are like eternally switched on recording devices. We can’t actively remember it all – the burden would send us screaming mad – but it’s all in there. Every truth of our lives, every single second of trauma from childhood is buried in our minds. Silent. Unknowingly and constantly present…
Sorry Finn.
