She-Dar-Ma…GRRR – What’s in a Name?
Wednesday, October 5th, 2011
My children think it’s hysterical. But me, not so much. Nearly each and every time I try to talk to my children or call one of them by name, my brain comes up with a combination of vowels and sounds that mimic some foreign language or cryptic code.
I can be looking at one child, and will call her by another’s name. Sometimes I will be in the kitchen, clearly wanting to discuss something with child A, but will accidentally holler for child B. Or for all of them at the same time, which means they all come running in the kitchen with rolling eyes and worried looks that I have decided NOW is the time to tidy up the house. (Which isn’t such a bad idea since I have them all together!)
Then, upon realizing I didn’t want ALL of them, the others leave pitifully as though my interruption to their day was a complete bother.
Just the other day when we were at Wal-Mart, my toddler B-lined for the Halloween costumes and I blurted out, “She-Dar-Ma damn,” before finally getting out the name "Gracie" to alert her that we were not looking at Halloween décor on this particular day. Of course, I was certain that onlookers were likely thinking I was crazy or drunk, since my incoherent babblings made it clear I didn’t know my own children’s names.
So what’s the deal with this strange phenomenon? Do I simply have so much going on in my head that I cannot keep my children’s names straight? And I wonder, is there any sort of psychological disorder that I am causing my children to suffer from by talking to them in these strange uttered motherly tongues?
I mean, really, this is their NAMES I am talking about. Shouldn’t a good mother be able to get at least that right? Could it be dementia is already settling in? I remember my grandmother always mixing up me and my cousins’ names in her later years. Am I doomed?
The truth is that while it bothers me to be so flighty when it comes to something as simple as their names, I am at least STILL talking to my children. And so far, I haven’t called them one of the dog’s names…yet (which likely wouldn’t go over well), which must mean that my sanity is somehow still in tact!
So fess up! Do you sometimes mix up your children’s names? And did YOUR parents do it to you?
What do you think?