C Is For Can’t Remember The Alphabet …Gina’s Favorites

by Gina Valley

C Is For Can’t Remember The Alphabet

I’m appalled at how often I catch myself reciting The Alphabet Song when my kids aren’t home.

I can’t even fib to myself that I’m helping them with their memorizing to improve their academic experience. Nope, I just have a heck of a time remembering the order unless I run through the whole flipping thing.

Geez.

How many times have I had to sing A-B-C-D in order to figure out the whole G-H-I-J-K fiasco?

And, what about that T-U-V  W-X-Y-Z mess? Is that even knowable without the Q-R-S?

Is there anyone who doesn’t need the L-M-N-O-P to get to the Q-R-S thing in the first place? Is it just me?

I have a college degree. I’ve done post graduate work. I’ve read uncountable pages. Why don’t I know the alphabet?

I once came up with a Jesse Owen costume for Son#2 with only 30 minutes’ notice. I figured out how to make our Christmas tree spin years before you could buy them that way. I know where to park at the Ducks’ games so we don’t have to wait in line to exit the lot and are already in the correct lane for the freeway on ramp that’s 3 ½ miles away. Why don’t I know the alphabet?

I can pick most locks. I do our taxes (I’m talking the long form with lots of schedules) by hand. I can paint walls and ceilings without dripping any paint. Why don’t I know the alphabet?

I speak several different languages (cussing and sarcasm count, right?). I make pancakes and cornbread from scratch. I can change the oil (including the filter) in my car. Why don’t I know the alphabet?

I made my daughter a princess castle cake with a working drawbridge. I taught our dog to wipe his feet. I can tell a kid is lying before he even speaks. Why don’t I know the alphabet?

A friend of mine, Carl, knows the alphabet so well that he can say it backwards at full speed starting at any letter. My youngest son thinks that’s the most impressive thing in the world.

I’m not jealous. Usually. Sometimes.

But, when I am jealous, I remind Carl, that even though I can’t compete with his alphabet skills, I can build people.

He, naturally, then reminds me, that he hopes the people I build don’t need to know the alphabet.

Touché, my brother. Touché.

Laugh Out Loud!

-gina

Are you Alphabet Song-dependent?  Is there some simple thing you mess up consistently?  Is it just me flailing around out there?  What color is your toothbrush?  Shoot me a comment. I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.

And, thank you for reading!  I am so thankful for the time you spend with me.