If I had to do without any of my five senses, it would be
the sense of smell. I’ve mastered living without it for almost two years and realized
I can function quite well with only four working senses. Recently, while in my parent’s kitchen, I got
a whiff of something. What’s that smell? It was Clorox in the dish water. Wow! What
a nice welcome back into the world of odorants. A few minutes later, while
preparing my oatmeal, I smelled the brown sugar and cinnamon I sprinkled on top. Mmm…what a delightful smell. Still in the kitchen,
I smelled something very familiar. What’s that smell? Oh my goodness! Is that
Mama’s homemade peach cobbler with the thick, buttery crust? Heavenly! Thank
you, Lord; I can smell again! I enjoyed smelling several other scents and then
something very unusual happened. My two sons walked through the door and
brushed by me. What’s that smell? Sniff…sniff….I felt like a dog trying to
sniff out the object arresting my attention, but I couldn’t place the scent. OH! I know what that smell is! It was the
smell that reminded me exactly why I didn’t miss my sense of smell for almost two
years. The smell knocked every sleeping sensory cell of my nasal cavity right
back into full function. It was that dense, warm, musty, boy smell. You know,
the smell young boys get when they’ve played outside all day long, only these
boys were no longer young toddlers, but full blown teenagers. Multiply that
musty scent by ten or more! Hey, I’m not complaining…I gotta take the good with
the bad…the sweet with the stinky…the pleasurable smells with the
funky smells.
It’s all good – I think.
