I have one favorite baby lotion. My mom bought it. The smell of it trips all of my maternal triggers. I want to unwrap a chubby baby and slather it all over their little bodies. Then I want to wrap them up in the baby towel and smell that little baby head.
The olfactory connection to this precious moment is the very reason why I bought the same baby lotion when each of my four children went through the baby years.
I took pride in the fact that my maiden name was Johnson.
I identified with the product.
My sixth grandbaby is due in a few months. And I am sad that I will not be indulging my love for Johnson & Johnson baby lotion. I’m not being petty.
It’s just this: the sentimental connection I have between babies and Johnson & Johnson has been destroyed. Unless someone can debunk this story, I simply cannot put that lotion on another precious baby head.