Generally, it doesn’t matter what day it is. My days tend to flow into one another. The saying “Same shit, different day” takes on a literal meaning with a toddler.
“It’s Friday?” my husband mumbles, clearly mirroring my own confusion.
“Crap, I was supposed to meet Reid 10 minutes ago! I’m late!” I say.
In vain, I try to gather a presentable-to-society outfit. I try to text my friend, as I race out the door. His number isn’t in my cellphone! How is that possible?! I rush to the restaurant. What? He’s not here. I check his emails on my phone…
Our plans are for NEXT Friday! Oh! Duh...and crap!
(Later, I notice that his number was actually on our email correspondence.)
I am out of practice about having a “real” life. You know, meeting friends and such. Does my scatterbrained state of confusion suggest I'm suffering from the proverbial “Mommy Brain”?
It’s true. I exist in some sort of vague reality that's off the
Yet, I struggle against the “Mommy Brain” cliché. I want to believe it’s an old wives’ tale. “Mommy Brain” seems to add to the stereotype that moms (particularly of the Stay-at-home variety) aren’t current -- that we have lost our edge and are no longer “productive” members of society.
It’s why I put “real” in quotes above. I mean I have a real life! It’s just not my former life.
Is my child literally making me lose my mind?
I do see evidence of “Mommy Brain” all around me. I am more likely to know the words to a song from the movie, Frozen, than the hot topic of The State of the Union address. I’m more apt to read Dr. Seuss than Dr. Anyone Else Adult.
The other day, our family went out to brunch. The waiter asked me if I wanted more coffee. I looked at the table and said, “Uh, I can’t find my cup.” The waiter responded generously, “Um, ma’am, It’s in your hand.”
I didn’t make this interaction up, folks! Maybe, I should be blaming it on my toddler!
So I googled “Mommy Brain”, and found some interesting stuff. It turns out that our babies aren’t the only ones growing. According to a study, the grey matter in mom’s brain actually grows too! It gets bigger in the areas of the hypothalamus, prefrontal corext and amygdala. These areas control emotional regulation, motivation, planning and foresight! Not bad, mamas!
The authors of the article do suggest that memory lapses, such as forgetting names (or that one’s coffee cup is in one’s hand), may be due to a shifting set of priorities.
I like that one better too. I would rather say that my priorities have changed to caring for my daughter than to say I have “Mommy Brain”.
Yeah, I’m going with that one, and with the fact that I have a bigger brain since having Claire!
What do you think? Have you had "Mommy Brain" moments? Do you think "Mommy Brain" is real or an old wives' tale?
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