Chapter 4. Mother’s Day: a note to all our pretty mama’s

I specifically remember my 4th birthday party.  Friends running around playing in my backyard, colorfully wrapped gifts, warm summer weather.  But what’s most remembered will always be my mom.  

Her long brown curly hair and arms that have never turned me away.  I remember she let me pick out what she wore since it was my special day.  I chose the long light blue skirt that had always been my favorite (still is).   A skirt that when I would hug her legs with my little four-year-old arms, whether happy or scared, the skirt would wrap itself around me.  She never wore perfume; just the perfect pheromones of someone who loves me.  

Those smells that make us feel safe and loved.  

The feeling that manifests when we smell memories of our mother’s love that makes us feel perfect & complete. That smell is not just fabric softener, lotion, or hair product. It's the collection of sacrificial love, tirelessly built over the years.  

The rocking to sleep, the waking in the middle of the night, the hours of extra work to make ends meet.  The prayers that go up when we were struggling at school or when friends were mean.

It's a million moments of sacrifice & love wrapped up in the ‘feeling’ you get from mom.  It’s the memories, the smell of being wrapped up in your mom’s skirt that forever freezes that feeling in our hearts. 

Thank you to every mother that gives us the greatest gift, the ‘feeling’ of Mother’s Day.  To every mother, in every capacity.

Forever <3