Thoughts for the day:
Do you have something you couldn't live without? A baseball card. A picture of a favorite grandparent. Maybe a childhood toy that you won't throw away. To anyone else this object is useless junk but to you it's life. I have something that, next to my daughter(s) and husband (most days) is thee most important thing in the world to me. My baby blanket.
My mom calls it a rag. She tells me when we go to someone else's house that I am not allowed to bring it out of the bedroom. She's hid it from me for 2 days and I almost cried before she'd give it back. My dad just shakes his head. Whenever my childhood friends see that I have it they normally comment about how, "you still have that thing". And my very defensive answer is, YES.
See to me this blanket is the one thing that hasn't left. It's done everything I've done, been there for everything I've been there for, it's my friend. I tell this blanket everything. Literally. When I was young I would tell this blanket how mean my brother was, as a teenager I'm sure the story was something about how I hated my parents or about my high school boyfriend. As an adult this blanket has gone to Guatemala, Mexico, my wedding, honeymoon, through cancer with me and yes, was probably even in the bed when I conceived my two daughters. Needless to say, I love my blanket.
Well, my blanket is starting to look a little ratty. I'm pretty sure my Aunt Sue has been sewing holes in it since I was 10. It no longer has stuffing because, as I put it, Billy de-hearted my blankey. One side of it is completely open and it really needs an overhaul but to me, it's still perfect.
What is it about these objects that make them so hard to part with? Is it because it's from my childhood or does it really hold some magical power over me? I, honest to God, do not sleep well without my blanket. I toss and turn and try to find something to "replace" it for the night. Last night was one of those nights. I accidentally forgot my blanket at my mom and dad's house yesterday. I am genuinely concerned they are going to in someway harm it. I called my mom last night and got their voicemail. Sternly, I left this as a message, "I left my blanket folded downstairs on the bed. If you hurt it in anyway I will withhold your grandchildren from you. This is not a threat." I hope they know I'm very serious.
Security blankets. What's yours? Maybe it's not a blanket. Maybe it's not something you take to sleepover. Maybe it's something you wouldn't admit to your best friend. Mine is a blanket. I do take it to sleepovers and I'd admit that to my best friend, boss or a stranger on the street. As I've told my husband, don't judge me just deal.
There is a business in Wisconsin called the Company Store and they are known for their down feather-filled items. Before I was born a little 6"x3" pillow was placed in my crib. I was obsessed with it as a kid and named her 'Little Pillow' - showing a true creative side already.
ReplyDeleteAs I grew up I could never sleep without it and remember having fits on family trips when I didn't have it with me. It is truly magical. It is always cold and I sleep with it under my chin. Seriously, amazing!
I still have it and sleep with it every night. But it sits on my night stand behind a picture frame when I am not in bed because I have a theory that the magic is squeezed out when it is sat on, pressed, etc. I treat it like it is glass and must be specially cared for, but it is rather dingy.
Today, I simply refer to her as LP. My husband always asks if I will pass LP on to my children one day, to which I reply, "never".
I LOVE this! I still sleep with my"blankie" every night :) It's not looking too good anymore, but i have recovered it a few times. I promised my husband that I would stop sleeping with it when we got married, but that didn't happen. Poor Andy! Anyway, it's nice to know that there are others who still do the same :)
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