There are certain things that always take us back to moments of our childhood. For me, it always comes down to the sense of smell. Certain scents remind me of my mother’s love. There’s the smell of the flowers my mother planted in the yard, the smell of rice and beans, and the smell of freshly washed laundry.
My mother was tough on me in many ways, she was always pushing me to be more independent but when it came to laundry – she was content to wash, dry and fold. It was her way of still doing for me, long after I was too old to do anything for.
Growing up, we didn’t have much. I was given everything I needed, but I wasn’t the most fashionable kid. That didn’t matter to my mother – the little we had, she kept neat and clean. My mom was never overly affectionate, but when I’d reach into my closet and pull out something to wear or grab a towel after a shower – I breathed in the fresh floral scent of Suavitel, I knew I was loved.
Now I’m a mom and my mom comes over to help me with my 9-year-old son Norrin. Having a child with autism, I rely on her a lot. I don’t expect her to cook or clean – I just want her there with Norrin, to greet him from the bus and give him an afternoon snack. As a working mom, it feels good knowing that Norrin comes home to someone who truly loves him.
My mother won’t say it, but I know she thinks I spoil my son. (Guilty!) Norrin has a room full of toys and too many t-shirts. So when she comes over, she often picks up toys, cooks a hot meal and does a load (or 2) of laundry. Though it’s not my clothes she washes – it’s usually my son’s clothes and baseball uniform – which after an afternoon of play can get pretty stinky.
Suavitel’s Fragrance Pearls are perfect because he runs on the field looking good and smelling fresh. And even after his game, his uniform still smells like soothing lavender or field flowers.
I don’t want my mother to do our laundry – she just does. I’m grateful that my mom still wants to do for us. Because when I come home from a long day of work and I smell Suavitel in the air, I feel like a kid who is loved. And when I hug my son after a baseball game, I hope he feels the same.