Check out blogger Allison Schrieber Lee at http://allison-thisisthelife.blogspot.com/. Her posts are always noteworthy and uplifting, but her comment about parenting made me nod. "I was not perfect, but I was perfect in my intention to do what I could in whatever moment I was in."
Here are a few more lines of my "olfactory" writing -using the sense of smell to trigger mommy memories.
Baby milk-breath, the nape of her neck;
his tiny toes, downy hair ~ good as it gets for mom.
Sick little baby, please don't cry; I'll sing you another lullaby.
Diarrhea filled diapers, vomit soaked sheets ~ the stuffy stench of motherhood.
Johnson & Johnson Baby Powder, Jergens Lotion, No Tears Shampoo,
bubble gum pink liquid antibiotics ~ pain relievers of childhood.
Will you share a baby-scented memory with me?
11 comments:
Just after the nerve-fraying moments of bathing a new baby, when you cuddle that darling little one against your body, and breathe in the scent of clean soft skin liberally sprinkled with talc...ahhhhhh. Bliss.
Hi, Linda, I am back...mountains of laundry and family issues, but at least I am sleeping in my own bed.
My first son had a unique skin smell...musky...like my Cherokee blooded Granny under her talcum powder smell. It was a distintive smell that make me think of earth, musk, outside air maybe. It was hard to describe but I never smelled it on the second baby.
Hi Linda....Here's a quickie poem for you:
Little daughter, so sweet and new, my heart literally aches with love for you.
Out of the tubbie, so clean and so sweet; wrap you so gently, from head to tiny feet.
Now you are sleepy,I sniff your soft curls. You smell like a flower, with petals unfurled.
Flower smelling lotion, I gently apply, Then nuzzle your tender neck, and kiss away your cry.
My little rose blossom, my tender, loving doll.
I breathe in your sweetness, as nightime now falls.
I kiss your tender cheek, and tell you goodnight.
One more sweet sniff, protective angels alight.
Gentle dreams darling baby!
Pat,
I can totally agree: nerve fraying moment, and then that blissful feeling of smelling that little doll.Thanks.
Claudia,
Glad you're back. I find that baby/granny scent very intriguing. Probably genetics. I know about piles of laundry! Thaks for responding.
Susan,
This is such a heart warming poem. Surely you have printed it out and presented it to your child. I love the line: "One more sweet sniff; protective angels alight." You made me smell and feel the activity in this poem. Especially every mother's last kiss goodnight.
There's always wet wipes. Not a great smell, but that reminds me of baby smells.
A full Diaper Genie. LOL Muddy skin and perspiration (little boys); sparkly fingernail polish and lip gloss (little girls). Fingerpaints. Their own sweet smell, unique to each baby. *sigh*
Lynn,
You are so right. We go through tons of them at school, mostly for hand wipes, (not butt wipes) after playing on the playground.
Lisa,
You pegged it. I smelled my little boy and girl after reading your comments. One more thing I would add, my son had the smelliest feet/tennis shoes when he was a little kid.
Like any animal mother, I could've sniffed out my own babies with a blindfold on. There were times I was as comforted as they were just holding, rocking, and smelling their warm scent with their heads tucked just perfectly under my chin. Thanks for that memory.
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