I was listening or reading or in study or something, when someone wrote or said or stated: “I can’t remember who I’m talking to…”
And everything in that moment for me clicked.
From my earliest memories, I couldn’t get the attention of those I wanted… so I stopped trying.
In parenthood, I have met someone, my daughter, who always wants my attention. This is the beauty of parenthood. This is beyond golden. Maybe I will never say, “I can’t remember who I’m talking to?”