Isn’t it funny how mothers always smell good? And look good?
Now that I am an adult, I realise how hard my mother was probably working – but all my memories are of her looking well put together, slender, sexy and elegant. Smelling of Ponds talcum powder and a jasmine perfume. Even as an adult I love hugging her and smelling the mama smell.
A few days ago the OA and I were working late and sent the kids to the park to play with the maids. We finished earlier than expected and exchanged an excited look – ‘Lets go catch them at the park…’
And so we drove off – only to realise that they weren’t at that one. Probably the other larger one, we thought and rushed there…. only to see that they were done, had piled into the car and were heading home. Now home is barely 4-5 minutes away so we could have just followed them back. But it seemed like a matter of life and death to see them right then and the OA was probably in agreement because he looked around, assessed the quiet road and stepped on the gas. We shot ahead and filmy style came to stop ahead of them.
The driver who had seen and recognised us in the rear view mirror grinned and had stopped. The kids too dazed to realise what was happening because I was out of the door before the OA had brought the car to a complete halt and was rushing to them.
As I got out I stopped for a second because my face was shiny, my greasy hair tied back into a ponytail for work and my linen shirt crushed beyond repair after a day at work. My poor kids deserve a nice Santoor mommy I thought…
But the thought didn’t go much further because the kids were in my arms, clambering all over me like puppies, talking at the same time, and as dirty and piggish as they could be! I was noisy, the OA was trying to get an arm in and join the huddle and we were doing all this in the middle of the damn road – which fortunately was still empty and quiet!
And then the Brat settled in and tucked a content face into my neck and I realised that he didn’t realise I was hot, sweaty and dirty. To him, I was as sweet smelling and smiley faced as always.
Even as I type this I wonder what the point of this post is. There is none really. It’s just to put down in words a very happy 20 seconds that I had, a few days ago. Just to give me an upper on days that I need it….