Do You Smell Something?

During my commute today, I was listening to the radio when one of the morning people mentioned (I don't know what lead up to it) that she loved the smell of new tires.  She admitted to being a tire junkie who would leave her children sitting in the shopping cart in the tire aisle of a big box store while she smelled the air.  This lead to a further discussion where another one of the morning people told about how he loved the smell of play dough.  I haven't played with it in years, and I will not use it in my classrooms when there are many better, less expensive alternatives, but I do remember that smell after 45 or so years.  A caller talked about loving the smell of the horse stables.  I do remember that smell from visiting my sister while she was feeding her horses, but I was usually jumping out of the way of what I was sure was certain death by huge horse to pay too much attention.

After listening to the conversation, I began to think of my favorite smell - that of my favorite present, a large box of crayons.  There were only 64 or so crayons in the box back then, but I still remember opening a new box, seeing all of the brand new crayons in neat rows, and smelling the crayon smell.  I have since learned that some of that smell is from the beef fat in the crayons, which should be off-putting to a vegetarian, but I still love the smell.

From there I went on to other smells from my past.  The smell of baking bread always reminds me of my mother's kitchen, where she made bread for the family.  When my husband is working on a project and is sawing or sanding wood, the smell takes me back to my home, where my father - a carpenter - had a wood shop in the basement.  Burning wood reminds me of Girl Scout camp, where we cooked over a fire during the day, and sang songs around the fire at night.  If I try, I can still smell the canvas of the tents where we slept.

 

So, you may ask, what does your love of the smell of crayons have to do with anything?  The point is that humans are very sensory beings.  Everyone has memories that can to evoked by a smell or a sound.  Young children, who are absorbing new things like a sponge absorbs water, are particularly interested in smells.  Too many programs for young children try to emphasize sensory items in the environment, but neglect the olfactory senses.  Does the program smell like disinfectant and bleach?  Does it smell like the diaper pail should have been emptied two hours ago?  Does it smell pleasant and welcoming or like the guinea pig's cage is long overdue for a change.  If the smell in not unpleasant, it is too often neutral and offers no stimulation.

 

There are many simple ways to help children experience the sense of smell.  While incense and candles are (of course) out of the question, there are many other ways to scent the air.  Children love to grind spices with a mortar and pestle.  Shop around - there are huge differences in the price of spices.  Do baking projects - cookies baking and bread rising have their own special spells.  Have the cook make real food - nothing is more welcoming that the smell of spaghetti sauce or soup simmering.  Flowers are a lovely addition to a room.  A pot of hyacinths in the spring will scent the whole room.  Herbs can be grown in pots on the windowsill.  Rubbing basil and other herbs is a special experience.  Smelly bottles can be made by soaking cotton balls in essential oils or extracts, putting the cotton in a bottle and hot gluing on the lid, and poking a few small holes in the sides.  The scented pine cones that are sold in the fall and winter will add a spicy smell to the room.

 

Adding a scent to a room is limited only by a teacher's imagination.  Just make sure that everything that is used is safe for children and, of course, that you talk about the smells if you should notice that a child is noticing them.  Also, remember that one child's delicious smell is another child's stinky smell, but they are both are correct.  Make some happy memories for your children, and they will remember you years later.

 

P.S. (Can you P.S. a blog?  I don't know, but since it is mine, I will).  After writing this post and finishing my day, I headed to Wegmans to get groceries.  I have been working 6:30 to 6:00 most of the week, with a 45 minute commute each way, so I was really dragging.  It was past 7:30 when I headed for the checkout.  At the end of one register, where there is usually a bin of some sort of merchandise, there was a bar of Yardley lavendar soap.  It has always been my favorite but it is very difficult to find now.  I held the cardboard box up to my nose and breathed in.  All at once I was visiting my New England relatives. Another breath and I was going to the Hopewell Jct. Pharmacy to buy a three pack in a pretty box as a gift for my mother.  Another breath and I realized that the cashier was looking at me funny, so I put the soap in my cart and checked out.  Tonight when I am home I will probably smell it again.

In my last posting I wrote about the problems that I see in today's electronic world.  I ranted about the way that people isolate themselves by being plugged into earbuds at all times, how people cannot walk through a grocery store without stopping to check their messages, about how children must have a video on at all times, and about how electronic toys are stealing children's imaginations.  I truly meant all of these things when I wrote them, and I still believe that they are true. 

But -oops! - several weeks ago we decided to change service providers for our phone, television, and internet in order to save money.  We were moving right on schedule, and the television service was installed with no problems, but the internet and phone did not come when they were expected.  I made a quick phone call to see when they were coming, only to discover that they were not coming.  I spoke reasonably, I begged, I pleaded, I even yelled (in a fairly calm manner), but to no avail.  Our paperwork had not been completed - much like talking to the children about a problem, no one had made the mistake - and we would not be hooked up for ten days.

My greatest concern was the telephone, since we have a number of family and friends who might want to contact us.  We do have cells, but they are the pay-as-you-go type, and can be expensive if we talk too much.  Still, I am reasonable, mature adult, so I should be able to handle this.  After all, for most of my life some of these items never even existed.

When one of my daughters was about thirteen, our telephone was out for a day.  She went through withdrawals, and when the repairman finally came I could have kissed him on the lips.  I have always laughed at this, or at least I did until I did ten days with no internet and very limited telephone.

The internet was really the worst, since I email my family, read blogs and articles, and google anything that catches my interest.  Believe it or not (and I had trouble believing it), Facebook was the worst.  I am used to checking frequently to see if my family, and especially my grandchildren, are doing anything new or noteworthy (or, in the case of my grandson, which body part he has hurt now).  I could check it quickly at work, but weekends were dry.  I couldn't see what the family or my friends were doing, and I couldn't voice my opinion on my friend's posts and pictures.  Even worse, I couldn't save the world by shooting bubbles at giant spiders or scheming witches.

I was happy to be reconnected and back to my internet.  I still think that we are too hooked into our electronics, but I am beginning to understand how people can become so hooked into them.  I have become accustomed to going online whenever I want to put a library book on hold, find a new recipe, follow the political news, or look for a new idea.  I will never go be one of those people who are hooked into the internet all day long, but I have found that I depend on it much more than I had realized.