It’s a bedtime crutch that we probably should have shelved long ago. It’s a rag of a thing, a torn and worn piece of old linen that used to dress my great grandmother’s side table.
It became my daughter’s blankie during a moment of desperation a few years ago when we realized her first rag-tag comfort blankie had been lost and tossed.
Tonight, it was the same story. We’d had someone helping us clean the house before my daughter’s birthday party. The last I saw the blankie, it was on the couch. I knew what had happened…the blankie surely was in the trash.
After a long day, a houseful of guests and a lot of excitement, my little just-turned-7-year-old was beat and in need of whatever comfort she could get to settle herself down.
I shared my suspicions with Sim and started to turn the house upside down looking for it.
He cut to the chase and headed straight for the trash bins in the alley. A few minutes later, he was back, wadded up and Windex-drenched blankie in hand.
It’s in the dryer now and will be tucked in Bella’s bed in a few minutes. She’s long been asleep. But she deserves to wake up with her trusty blankie by her side.
I’m sure at some point we need to get her to give up her comfort crutch. But I’m in no hurry.
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I still have my “blankie”, it is folded (as folded as the old rag can be) in a draw next to my bed. I have not looked at it in over a year, but it still smells and feels like comfort. If she still has it at 7, they let her decide what to do with it. I am so glad I know mine is still there for me, even if I don't use it or need it.
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I still have my “blankie”, it is folded (as folded as the old rag can be) in a draw next to my bed. I have not looked at it in over a year, but it still smells and feels like comfort. If she still has it at 7, they let her decide what to do with it. I am so glad I know mine is still there for me, even if I don't use it or need it.
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