Sniffin’ Crayola’s
It’s that ‘back to school’ time of year and for me, the smell of new Crayola crayons makes me giddy! Go ahead stick your head in a big box and take a whiff and tell me it does not take you right back to elementary school. For me, it’s first grade in Mrs. Howard’s class.
Donned in my new saddle shoes and “first day of school outfit”, I vividly see myself opening my new tablet (you can’t find them anymore by the way, I tried) with my new freshly sharpened pencils nestled cozily in my new Barbie pencil pouch.
I passionately loved school until about 7th grade when my hairdo and nail polish became more important than knowing how many seats there are in Congress and the House.
So, last week I bought myself brand new crayons but was so disappointed when I could not find a regular coloring book. What happened to Mickey Mouse or Winnie the Pooh? Who’s Dora? And all the books have stickers and activities. I just wanted a coloring book.
Frustrated because I wanted to revel in using my new crayons with sharp unused ends, I found an old coloring book from my daughter’s childhood. A bit roughed up, I found an empty page and had at it.
Let’s analyze: I am trying to recapture my childhood as I’m headed into the twilight years?
I miss my baby girls and being a Mommy?
I need more hormones?
How about let’s not analyze and just enjoy what is: I like the smell of new crayons and remembering first grade.
Sometimes things don’t have to have hidden or deeper meanings. And this allows me to take a big sniff and smile.
