My Favorite Perfume

I think it could be truly said that every child’s favorite perfume is the smell of their mother. This is also true of me.

My mother wore the only perfume to which my father was not allergic. That being Youth Dew by Estee Lauder.

On its own, I didn’t care for the fragrance. But on my mother, it was like smelling love and cuddles when I was brokenhearted or if I fell and scraped my knees. And I would give every penny I have to smell her again, and hear her vibrant voice telling me, "You can meet any challenge you face."

As I mentioned in an earlier post, Mom was uber creative for all of us. And she was perceptive enough to know that I had a secret -- another favorite fragrance. It was, and is, the smell of horses.

On the rare occasion when I actually got to touch a horse, mostly on occasions set up for me by Mom in her "connected" and "networked" extended list of friends, I would not wash my hands until that fragrance had dissipated. And go to sleep dreaming of the day when I could smell that smell every day and every night and any time I wanted to.

But not yet.

Because when you ask for something, even when you ask and ask and ask, sometimes the answer is “yes.” Sometimes the answer is “no.” And sometimes the answer is “wait…”