This post is a public apology to every parent I know. The bloggers, the friends, the acquaintances.
There is at least an 80% chance that I don’t recall your child’s name.
There is a 50% chance I don’t even remember the gender of your child.
Of course, if I see you fairly regularly, or I talk to you online daily, I probably remember. If your blog is named after your child, I probably know their name. If I read your blog.
If your kid goes to S’s nursery, I probably know their name and a whole bunch of random information regarding their favourite superhero.
There are a couple of children whose birthdays are even written in my diary. In fact, one friend has a daughter whose birthday is in my diary about five times for reasons known only to… well, nobody. I know her name though!
I follow lots of people on Twitter, and a large percentage of those are parent bloggers. I am friends with lots of people on Facebook, and lots of them have children. I haven’t the first clue as to these children’s names, ages, hair colours, whatever. In fact, a lot of the time I’m hard pressed to link a person’s Twitter account with their blog post I read last week.
None of this is to say I don’t like you; I’m sure you’re lovely.
Your kid is definitely the most gorgeous child I have ever set eyes on. I promise. I just don’t know his/her name.
Actually, I do feel pretty guilty about a lot of these children. When I see people in the street and we stop to chat, and I can’t remember anything more than “I’m sure she had a baby some time in the last 6 months…” it’s embarrassing and I feel awful. I should ask how the child is, make small talk about weaning or something. But I can’t, because I can’t remember anything more than the fact the kid was born at some point in the last two years.
I’d like to blame my lack of familiarity with your children on my being a single mother – I’m so busy looking after my own child, blah blah. The truth is that before S was born, there was even less likelihood of my remembering anything about your child. I was more likely to forget you’d ever been pregnant.
I’m just a bit rubbish at details. It’s nothing personal.