Blog Your Blessings: Ordinary Things
Fresh-cut grass. I smelled the sweet summer fragrance of fresh-cut grass as I was leaving work today. The smell always takes me away to being a kid and dad or mom pushing the mower and the clippings stuck to my damp feet as dusk swept the sun away and the air grew cooler. The ice cream man would come. Bed time would come. I would fall asleep to the sounds of my parents' TV programs rolling in anothe room.
I love that smell.
Today it made me think of how good all the ordinary things are. Last week we celebrated dad's 70th birthday. Yesterday, we celebrated mom's 68th. Their three grandkids were there to share the fun and keep the celebrations moving and to make us all laugh out loud. This week the three kids spent their last two days of summer vacation boating on Lake Lillinonah with my folks, exploring the shoreline, taking turns at the wheel, and doing what they do. Back at home, they swam together and mucked around in the stream out back. They watched TV and hung out in my parents' cellar where there are old toys, a white board, and who knows what.
I love that smell.
Today it made me think of how nice it is Adella's school is just a few miles away and full of people she has come to know well over the years. Her move up to middle school was a non-event, it was so easy. She is actually enjoying the fun of growing up.
I love that smell of cut grass that I smelled in Waterbury in front of the school where I work where there are some really lovely kids. Tough urban kids who busted my chops last year when I was a new teacher but who now look for me in the morning for a warm hello or a spare notebook or something to read. Kids who are willing to stay after school to do origami with me. Kids who are honest and real and very much in the moment. Kids who have the basic good sense to know how good and important it is to be loved and respected. Kids who look for love and respect.
The smell of cut grass recalls for me innocence and fun and being safe and young. I grew up safe and happy, thanks to my folks. My daughter is growing up safe and happy, thanks in large part to my folks. The kids at my school--I hope they smelled that cut grass, too. Every kid should know the joy.