The day has come, and I have been forced to accept my fate. I am my mother. It is a day I swore would never come. We all have that moment when we promise to never do a certain something that is irrational, ridiculous, or nonsensical. We make a futile pact to escape our fate.
Today it happened that I did the thing I swore I would never do. I forgot to eat. You might have been anticipating some form of corporal punishment I finally brought down upon my children. That is not the case. My mother had to grocery shop while brandishing a wooden spoon to keep me from pulling everything into the cart. I don’t blame her for it, and if I had me for a child, I might have done it too.
The thing I swore never to do is much more common. I vividly remember an afternoon in my childhood. My mother was beside herself, rummaging madly through the kitchen for a snack that would satisfy but not fill her up before dinner. “Why are you so hungry, Mom?” “Because I forgot to eat.” “How can you forget to eat? That is silly! I could never forget to eat!” “You would be surprised at how easy it can be to forget to eat.” “No, Mom, I will never forget to eat. It is impossible.”
Maybe I am unique in my extreme dependency on normal blood sugar levels. I have always been religious about eating three meals per day at even intervals, and if I were to miss a meal, my crankiness would overwhelm, and no one would be forgetting it. Thus, I did not believe my mother, and honestly thought she must be covering up for some low calorie diet plan gone wrong.
Today I messed up. I somehow got from 7:00 am to 2:30 pm without a bite to eat. By mid afternoon, I was hunting for a snack. Why was I so hungry? I ate lunch just an hour ago, didn’t I? Wait, what did I eat? I didn’t eat anything, did I? What did I eat for breakfast? Then it hit me. I didn’t eat a thing. I hadn’t had one bite of food all day, and I didn’t know it. I forgot to eat! I was overwhelmed. It was unthinkable, and apparently I am more like the rest of the human race than I previously realized.