It was a nightmare. I hated dropping him at nursery school. He’d cling to me and have to be prized off, screaming his head off. I felt so unnatural to leave him there in that state. I really felt I was failing as his mom.
I was at my wits end.
I had not had a great relationship with my mom, we seemed to argue about everything, but I was desperate, and I was tired. I called her.
I met her for coffee and burst into tears as soon as I saw her. I blurted out all my troubles, exhausted, my son would have a meltdown every time I dropped him at school, my husband did not seem supportive, blah, blah, blah.
Even as I was vomiting my heart out, I was expecting my mother’s judgement. It never came. She just let me vent and then gave me a hug.
After I had calmed down and had a hit of caffeine and was starting to feel better, my mom made a suggestion. “Why don’t you spray some of your perfume on him”, my son that is, not my husband.
“Explain to him that if he can smell the perfume, you are with him, you’ll be with him all day.”
Hey, I’d tried everything else. So, I tried the perfume trick.
He didn’t jump out of the car and laughing run into the school, but there was remarkably less crying, especially from me. Slowly things improved and after a few months he happily stayed at school.
That was an emotional time for me. I learned my mom was not as crazy as I thought she was, and I learned that scent is deeply entwined in our emotions and connections.
My son wore my perfume every school day until he was in grade 2.
He’s in high school now and wouldn’t be found dead wearing my fragrance.
How times have changed.
Moms just seem to have an innate wisdom.
For all those times when your mom offered you her unconditional support and love, perfume is the perfect gift to say, “Thanks Mom”.
“Each spritz of her perfume, a memory awakened, a touch of her warmth and love.”