Isn't it amazing how a smell can bring back a memory?
My mom always used Dawn dish soap. We always had it in our home. Well, when I moved out and started my own family I never bought Dawn. I think it was my way of rebelling against the chores I didn't like. I used to fight with my mom over washing the dishes because I hated the feel of the dirty and wet silverware. They felt slimy to me. Since then I've bought every kind of dishsoap you can find. And I bought these because of the smell. I wanted to wash my dishes with apple, lemon, or orange scents. Anything to make washing the dishes a bit more enjoyable. But then I had a coupon for Dawn. And with a good sale and triple coupons I got the bottle for free.
I opened the new bottle and poured a generous amount into the flowing water. I was completely taken back by the smell. Memories of mom standing at the kitchen sink with the water flowing over one hand as she checked the temperature of the water. I can see her grey tennis shoes on the yellow linoleum with one foot propped against the other foot. She looks out the kitchen window to see my Dad doing some chore outside as she washes the family dishes with her beautiful hands that will never grow old. The smell overwhelms me with memories that leave me breathless. The suds are washed away with my tears.
So although my bottle of Dawn is almost empty, my heart is full of the love for my mother. She's been gone 9 years, 2 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days. There are days when I must count the time that has passed because my mind can't wrap around the fact that I haven't seen her in all these years. So, in the end, I am oddly grateful for a little bottle of dish soap that can take me back in time to see my mother's beautiful hands.