Momsie

Last night my friend Jen gave me a hug and said, "You smell nice," which led to a mini-discussion about my self-described "floral and peaceful" scent. This morning, when I realized I had just used the last of my enjoyable scented shampoo, I thought back to Jen's comment and it made me think of my mother.

There are two things that stand out strongly about my mother from my childhood and one is the way that she smells. Like powder and lily of the valley, even when she wasn't wearing any perfume or anything. I can remember smelling her clothes and thinking how she always has that comforting fresh floral smell and how nice it makes me feel. It's like getting in bed after you've just put on clean sheets and you get that whiff of clean linens rolling over you.

The other thing I think of is her hands. My mom, one, has beautiful hands. She would probably disagree with this but I think they are beautiful. A perfect tan color, nice oval nails that she always keeps neat and clean, and pretty, tapering fingers. But the best is that they're always soft and cool. She and I both have hands that tend to run a little cold (okay, let's be honest. In the winter our hands are like blocks of ice. Beware) and there was nothing better then my mom's cool hand on my forehead when I was feeling sick. That always made me feel better.

So that's it. Some quasi sappy thoughts on my beloved mom. I hope I can be like her when I'm a mom.