My daughters each have a special blanket. More of an addiction really.
Emma was given hers at my baby shower. It was a beautiful mint green with tiny white polka dots on one side and an adorable print on the other side. There were yellow bows at each corner. We didn’t mean to make her love that blanket so much, but she did. It was her favorite. I would place a corner in each of her tight little fists and she would rub the ribbons on her face as she drifted off to sleep. I used to think how can a baby have a favorite blanket or toy? It’s just a baby. How would they know?
Trust me. They know.
They know when you try to trick them with another so called Blankie when you have to wash their lovey. And when it comes back from the wash they will look at it funny. Like you ruined it by washing of all the sleepy smell.
Or you can’t find it. Horrors. Sometimes blankies need a break and they hide behind couch pillows and under tables.
Claire and Susy are just as addicted. We tried to rotate blankets with Claire thinking that would help. It only made her addicted to two blankets.
Susannah would rub the edge of hers on her eye. And hers came with a Binky. She had to have both. Thankfully we lost the binky.
Those blankets have been capes and tents and magic carpets. They have been sneezed on, puked on and torn. Two of them are so faded and have been bleached so many times it is hard to tell what color they were. Grandma has even sewn the tags back on a couple of times.
So every time a friend or a lady at our church has a baby I give them a blanket. I bought one today. And when I brought it home the girls oohed over it longingly. It’s so soft they said. I wish I were a baby again.
And sometimes I wish they were too.