A special delivery arrived tonight. Back in May, I wrote about Will's security blanket(s) and whether or not I should wean him off of them. I listened to you guys and my sister who questioned why the hell I would want to. And you're right. They are his 'thing'. Why would I ever take that comfort from him?
BUT. After close to five years of nearly constant use, these white fluffy blankies were grey, smelled funky and weren't too soft. I took a shot and googled and there they were! So I ordered three new ones. Three beautiful, fresh smelling, soft new blankies. The old grey ones will be washed and stored, awaiting the inevitable nights when barfing will leave all the new ones in the wash at the same time. (I wish this picture could capture the extreme difference!!)
Laugh if you will, but I got a bit melancholy! These three remaining (the fourth had hot Italian sausage barf on it and I opted to chuck it) blankies have seen us through many a time. First day of daycare, first tooth, first movie at the theatre. They've comforted him through his first bloody nose, his first haircut and his first needle at the doctor. They soothe him when I can't because I'm the one making him cry in the first place or when I'm away.
But blankie isn't just for Will. Last fall I was having a 'I want my mommy' day and had collapsed on the couch in tears. My boy came up and said, 'mama do you need a soft?' and he started to rub blankie up and down my arm whispering, 'it's so soft mama, don't cry.' What a guy. I'll admit that when I'm at home alone and he's having a sleepover, I keep one of his blankies in my bed. It just makes me feel like he's there...without the constant nattering.
So I'm typing this while Will is excitedly wrapped up in his three new blankies upstairs. He asked me how long he could have his blankies for. I said for as long as you want bud, you know, until you're a grownup. His response, 'oh awesome, until I'm at least six then!!!'
Slow down friend. Slow down and smell the blankies...the nice, new, fresh blankies!