Something a little magical happened this morning…
As I was feeding Addie her bottle, which is a rare occurance these days, (what with being 11 months old and so independent,) I got a wiff of something. Every mother knows how precious this is, and how quickly it comes and goes. Addie had the “baby smell.”
How? I have no idea. In 2 weeks my little love will be a year old and that, in and of itself, is unbelievable to me. And it was so strange, because it wasn’t that constant baby smell, like that of a newborn’s. The smell would come and go, and for each moment it was there I could remember all of my babies, and in the next breath it was gone…and each was back to how they are right now. But THAT SMELL! All smells for that matter…you know, the ones that come in like an ocean’s wave and splashes you with a flashback that recedes as quickly as it came.
Of all the smells my memory recognizes, the smell of a baby is my favorite. It is a link to all of the positive experiences of a newborn. If only you could bottle it up for all those “mom guilt” days or the times when you’re debating on adding to your family…do you really want to start over? Your life revolves around feedings every 2-3 hours, you learn a whole new meaning to the term, “sleep deprived,” and your hormones make you unsure of anything you are.
When Addie was born, Ana was 6 and Mason was 4. In the world of children, they were pretty independent. They had reached the point where I didn’t need to watch them like a hawk every second of the endless day. So to add a baby, someone so helpless and in need of my undivided attention, it was completely starting over. But oh, when I smell that smell, it makes me confident in my decision to do it again. And the greatest thing about having kids at all different ages is that you can clearly see where you are presently, and cherish it because you know where it is going and how quickly, it too, will be gone. Just like an ocean’s wave.