Shalimar. Your favorite perfume, Mom. I keep this bottle to remember you. I am always amazed by how much one sniff transports me back to your presence. Watching you press your tongue to your teeth as you applied mascara. Admiring your lavishly decorated holiday table and the year you went rogue and started doing a roast for holidays instead of a turkey. Your sparkling laugh. Your fierce, teeth-gritted growl that made sane people back down. Burying my head in your neck, inhaling you as you shared your news of cancer. Your warm arms wrapped around me saying it would be ok. Curled up in your lap as you rocked me singing the song you made for me. Our annual tradition of going to see The Nutcracker ballet. Riding bikes at Cocoa Beach. Graduating college the same year. One bottle. So many moments. 9 years. I miss you. Thank you for always wearing this perfume.
Motherhood Is: Wondering which smell will remind my children of me most. (Strongly suspecting that it will be that of burned rice.) #motherhoodis #year9 #burneverything #mom #love