The Taste & Smell of Memories…

No matter where I am or what I am doing, if I hear the theme song to The Young & The Restless all my troubles melt away. Don’t act like you don’t know about Y & R or Days of our lives, or as the world turns. We’ve all seen daytime soaps as some point in our lives. Well I grew up with watching ‘the mustache’ aka Victor Newman on Y & R. While helping my Mom with daily chores like ironing my Dad’s t-shirts, folding towels or cleaning the house we watched Y & R. So as an adult I tivo Y & R and Days of our Lives (which I added in college). I look forward to loosing myself in their crazy plots to change paternity results, run away to exotic islands, etc. Somehow the non-reality of it makes me feel like my life is really quite sane. 🙂

Anyway, the song itself is enough to evoke the happy memories of my childhood. That isn’t the only sound or smell I have which brings me back. The smell of a car showroom or the one you get at your local mechanics garage. Yeah, I take big breaths when I am at the car dealerships because they too bring back memories. My father was a mechanic and worked for the local ford dealer so when I visit him at work or in the garage at home that was the smell’s I experienced. To this day I close my eyes and inhale the new car smell when I can to take me back.

Ridiculous? I think not. We all have memories of smells, tastes and sounds… What are yours? What happy memories do they bring the surface for you?

(I wonder what memories my kids will be smelling, hearing and tasting years from now???)

Sweatering in the back seat…

They say, “Kids say the darnedest things” and I think they are right. People have told me to write down all of those cute and funny things my children say. I have to admit, that is partially why I ended up blogging.

When my oldest was young I remember baking cookies with him. While getting the ingredients all measured out I would tell him what I was doing as I did it. As I was measuring out the flour he gave me a strange look and said, “Silly Mommy, that isn’t flower!” He was right, it wasn’t flower so I now found myself trying to explain to a 3 year old the English language and all it’s exceptions. It doesn’t end there. When my daughter was 5 my father was diagnosed with Leukemia and was preparing to undergo a bone marrow transplant. For whatever reason there isn’t a plethora of children’s books on the subject so I was trying to explain to my daughter what was going to happen to grandpa and why we couldn’t see him for a while. She seemed to ‘get it’ almost too well. She responded in a very matter of fact way, “I know Mommy, Grandpa’s ‘bow and arrow’ is broke so some other guy will give Grandpa some of his ‘bow and arrow’ and that will give Grandpa’s ‘bow and arrow’ some directions so it can get fixed.” My eyes welled with tears of how she made something so complex into something so simple and even cute. SO now comes my third child who is now 3 1/2 ( yes, I must say and  a 1/2 because to him it’s that important). While riding in the back of the suburban he is typically quiet and just watches the world around him. Last week we were blessed with warm weather which apparently affected him. He was all kinds of irritated in the back seat and loudly proclaim, “Mommy, I am ‘sweatering’ in the back seat!” After turning on the A/C he then told me, “Thanks Mom, I am not ‘sweatering’ anymore.” The conversation then turned to how he’s becoming such a big boy to tell me how he is feeling with words, big words even. I asked him what kind of birthday he would want when he turns 4 assuming he’d say, Thomas the Train or Super Why..he responded without a though, “A beautiful one for you Mommy.” Again, brought me to tears. I just love those moments and hope I’ll never forget them. All 4 of my children are a blessing and I thank God for them every day.