What’s that smell?
That sentence was uttered by my youngest after his first football practice years ago. The answer:
Yep, you’re the smelly one in here, dear. It was his shoes/feet mainly. Oy. What is it about smells that can evoke a whole range of emotions?
Recently, my momma and daddy visited but only for a brief overnight. When they left Saturday morning, I was in such a funk. I love being around my parents. It’s indescribable, really. They make me laugh. I feel HOME. I don’t know how else to say it.
So, I’m moping around the house on Saturday and I passed their room, our guest room, where they slept. Countless, guests have stayed there. Some were friends, some were just acquaintances, some were missionaries that became friends but everyone who stays in there is welcome.
But Saturday, I passed the room and stepped in and it still smelled like my parents. They have different smells. I was feeling forlorn so I laid down on daddy’s pillow and just closed my eyes
For a moment, I remembered days past when some boy had said something mean to me and I’d go to daddy and he’d hug me and tell me I was special. He always meant it and still does. After a bit, I rolled over to momma’s pillow. And just buried my face
and just smelled.
For a moment, I wasn’t 46 with a million things to do, feeling like I’m not enough. I was 11 and some girl, who I thought was my friend, had not invited me to her party. I was laying in my momma’s lap and she was telling me of my immense worth given to me my my Creator and no one else could take that away or add to it. There were so many times like that in my life. I’m so very blessed.
I gave my parents a lot of grief over the years but I mostly remember the good. I hope my boys do too.
By my age, a lot of my friends have lost their parents. It makes me ever so thankful that I still have them and our relationship is so strong and true. I look at my boys. I’m thankful God has given me the chance to mother them during their stay on this earth. I’m currently reading Hopeful Parenting by David Jeremiah. This morning while I was reading, he quoted A.W. Tozer. He once wrote, “Everything in life which we commit to God is really safe. And everything which we refuse to commit to Him is never safe.” Hmmm.
Go hug someone special to you. Maybe they’ll remember that fondly someday when they need it most.
Keep it Simple,