On Saturday the girls and Rob surprised me with an early morning fishing trip. As a Mother’s Day gift, our two oldest daughters pitched in to buy me a fishing license. Up to this point fishing had been between them and their dad. But Saturday morning we were all up by 6:30 and headed to the lake.
I was grateful for the gift and their enthusiasm, because I remembered my own excitement at their age of going fishing with my Dad . It was less the act of fishing and more the time with my Dad that I cherished most. I have vivid memories of standing on piers fishing, and loving every minute – fish or no fish.
With memories in tow and 4 excited little girls, Rob and I headed to the lake.
Note: this weekend was the first time I have been fishing in about 15 years.
We had a blast! Between the 6 of us we caught 4 tiny fish, but the fish didn’t matter. Feet got wet. The girls laughed and grinned with excitement at each tiny fish. We watched turtles, a bass guarding its nest, and all the birds. And I surprised them all by cutting the worms and baiting their hooks for them (I did grow up in the South you know!). It was a blast!
As an added gift, I experienced a new, old smell. I smelled worms. Now I don’t believe I actually smelled the worms. I believe my brain generated a memory and caused me to think I was smelling worms. I know this because, it wasn’t until yesterday that I stopped smelling worms. The smell started at the lake, but continued into the shower, meal times, house cleaning, bedtime, and every corner of my days. I even felt like I tasted worms, while eating my favorite chocolate chip cookie dessert this weekend.
The brain is an amazing organ! It is trying to help me associate smells with my interactions in the world by recalling past experiences. I just think this time it was a little too persistent!
It sure would be nice to smell that chocolate chip cookie again. However, today I am grateful for the opportunity to smell worms!