Last night was the Trunk or Treat at our church, for which I was very ill-prepared, but that's for another post. There are 7k, yes, that's 7000 people in our parish. And we've only been there about 2 years, and we have Layla and two other obnoxious brats children, who we don't like to take anywhere we don't really have to so needless to say, we don't know many people. Anyway.....we were at the Trunk or Treat and the masses of children had descended on the parking lots to get their fill of high fructose corn syrupy goodness. While doing my best to hand out candy to the hoards o' children, I had a mother approach me and say hi as if she knew me. Me, being the extrovert I am, responded with an equally eager "Hi!". Then she proceeded to ask me how our football season was. I told her it was good but they didn't win a game. Then she proceeded to quickly tell me something about how theirs was bad as well, only won two games, etc.
She was a lovely person with whom I had a very quick, nice chat. But the issue is, I have absolutely no idea who she is. I am not the best with names or faces but I have been thinking since our conversation of who she could be. And I just do not know. I've gotten to know several of the moms from our team, but she's obviously not one of them. Sean plays lacrosse and there are a couple of his team members that go to church with us, so it could have been a lax (lacrosse) mom. I also wonder if maybe she didn't get me confused with someone else. However, that's difficult to do. No, not because I'm so special I'm difficult to forget (although I'm sure this is the case in many situations) but Layla usually makes us stand out quite a bit. You know, the whole wheelchair and all. And she was with me at the time of the conversation. So I feel like this mom must know me from somewhere, but I have no idea where.
Being a military spouse, you would think I would have perfected the art of remembering everyone. It says that in the handbook, doesn't it?
"Thou shalt remember everyone by name and never, ever forget". I have had situations like this before where I've run into wives of guys my husband has worked with and not remembered them at all. Granted, I usually only met them once or twice but I still feel like a schmuck. As if by forgetting who they are, I feel I project the opinion that I am better than they are, which it totally not the case.
Hopefully I will run into this mom again and maybe when it's not dark outside with very poor lighting and there aren't flocks of children trying to get candy, and I will know who she is. Maybe.