Tuesday, May 15, 2007

THE SCENT OF MOTHER'S DAY

Memories are funny things.  Mine are mostly based on my senses.   My childhood memories of Mother's Day, for instance, is almost completely comprised of fragrances...  Of burnt pancakes for breakfast, and a bouquet of roses, Mama's favorite flower.  It smelled like paper paste and magic markers on construction paper cards, laden down heavily with glitter.  But mostly it smelled like Mama's hugs, Chanel No. 5 and Love That Red lipstick.

I've been a mother for 23 years now.  Funny how little the aroma of Mother's Day has changed over the years.  Now it smells like burnt pancakes and a bottomless cup of coffee extra sweetened with hazelnut creamer.  It smells Elmers glue and gel pens on printing paper cards, or beautiful Hallmarks whose sentimental prose pales in comparison to the individual messages added by the kids.  It smells of of silk flowers and dandilions.  But mostly it smells like Oompas hugs... like hair spray and hair gel, like toothpaste and soap. 

Mother's Day always did, still does, and I hope always will smell like the love between mother and child.  And you can't bottle that!

6 comments:

ambassadorsinte said...

Mom says: Mom is speechless on this subject.  I guess you must have hit the nail on the head.  You're good at that Dorn.  Glad you had a Happy Mothers Day.  
P.S.  She says one of these days she'll find the right words, keeping in mind that all her children as very special to her..
Mom and Dad

jckfrstross said...

so true! great entry:) have a good week

Deb

deshelestraci said...

That was really lovely.  Good memories.
Traci

wumzels2 said...

does that mean i have to let my daughter out of the bottle now????  lovely memories, dorn..............

blessings,

regina

mutualaide said...

Oh, you bring me back to the blue bottle of Evening in Paris I used to purchase every year at Woolworth's!   My poor mother.  Bless her soul and her heart, she didn't wear perfume or lipstick, but she never let  on!

princesssaurora said...

No... you can't bottle it at all... the most wonderful thing...

be well,
Dawn
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