I was helping my son who is six. When all of the sudden he stops and says "mommy where are we going?". I say "nowhere baby, why?". He says It is because of how I smell. He starts to tell me that he knows how I smell when we go out and he likes that smell. I realized that he has picked up on my perfume. These are things I just never thought about. It hit me so hard, in a good way though. I thought, this will be one of those things he remembers as an adult.
Last year my mom gave me a quilt from her house. It is one that I use every time I go over there. I never noticed any smell to it when I used it there, but when I brought it home it was very different. It smelled like my mom's house. Which is not a smell I could explain exactly, but it smells good and like her house. I remember thinking my husband must have thought I was a little bit crazy. For some reason I was so happy that it smelled like mom's house. I would lay down to g to sleep and feel like I was there. The smell faded over time of course, but now that it what I think of when I use it.
So now I think about that conversation with my little boy and think, one day he will catch a whiff of my perfume somewhere, and maybe it will make him feel like home.
(sigh) So beautifully said baby. What you wrote has me feeling the generations. These are the types of things I just love about time passage through families. My mother; your grandmother has been gone for 30 years now but I still have my "reminds me mom" things. Those things stay with you. I love that I was still here to see the first one my grandson felt. And Tara...baby? Keep that quilt forever please. I got to know before I was gone, that I will always be with you when you curl up with the quilt. I love you so much.
ReplyDeleteI will! I sleep with it every night. I didn't think about it until I used it for the first time at home and it hit me. I love you too! ♥
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