I was very forgetful during my last pregnancy. Part of it was simply being pregnant. But, part of it was trying to get ready for
my third child, as well as getting my family ready for all the changes.
My son recently reminded me of how forgetful I was during
the last few weeks of my pregnancy. As
we were getting ready to leave for school one morning, I didn’t have enough
hands to grab his backpack and all the other things we needed in the van that
day. “Mommy, don’t forget my backpack!”
he chided from the back seat. “I didn’t
forget it, buddy, I just didn’t have enough hands,” I told him. “Well, you used to forget everything before
the baby was born.”
I’d like to say that my forgetfulness has changed since I
gave birth. But it hasn’t. There are mornings where I do forget a
backpack or a permission slip. The
evenings when I realize I’ve forgotten to put supper in the crock pot are
pretty crazy. I can’t count the number
of times I’ve forgotten the reusable bags at the grocery store, or to purchase
something that was actually on my list! And
my bank isn’t so happy when I forget to transfer money between my savings and
checking accounts.
For me, forgetfulness is usually bad—until I put it into
heavenly perspective. God forgets all
the time. He forgets the times that I
forget to read my Bible. He forgets the
times when I forget to pray with my children.
He forgets the times when I’m too lazy to deal with my children’s bad
behavior in the right way and instead bribe them to do what I want them to do.
As I think of all the things I need to remember, I pray that
God helps me remember how forgetful he is.
