Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Blankie

It used to be a white and barely blue and pink variegated color. It is now a dingy gray, even fresh out of the washing machine.

It used to be tightly crocheted with an open weave pattern on either end. It now has bigger holes and a stretched appearance.

It used to be an it. He slept with a blanket--with the devotion and constancy that some of us show our God--but still it was just his comforter, his transitional object.

Somehow over the last year, it has become she. His blanket is now Blankie. Blankie gives and asks for hugs and kisses when I am giving them to Kyle at night. Blankie does things while Kyle is away from his room during the day: "Blankie is still sleeping." "Blankie's going to play with the dinosaur while I'm gone."

At first I just thought it was cute and imaginative. Recently I've only come to recognize it for what it really is. It's magic.

The magic of childhood affects everything that they touch, but especially that which they love. There are rules that we as adults are forced to accept: "Toys don't talk. That's just a blanket. Walk, don't run." If our children accepted these rules--adhered to these rules--there would be no magic, and I think that life around my house would be a lot shabbier.

He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery magic had made him Real, and when you are Real, shabbiness doesn't matter.

from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams

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New Jersey Moms blog
by SV Moms is hosting a Writing Motherhood book club today, based on the book by Lisa Garrigues (a book I've been meaning to review). They invited us to link up and share our thoughts on a time your child broke the rules, or an outrageous or inexcusable mom moment (of which I have a large sad store of ideas).

The idea for this particular post was sparked after reading Monica Brand's evocative post about her daughter's beloved bear.

8 comments:

Katrina said...

Very sweet. We, too, have a once-blue, now-grayish, well-loved blankie.

Heather said...

I had a very much loved Blankie too. I still have a few little bits of it in a keepsake box.

Thanks for your comments yesterday! I gave you some linky love for guessing the TV show quote that I used as a title.

Monica @ Paper Bridges said...

great post Snap

a child's confidence in his make believe world. oh, to have that confidence in what I create!

Dad said...

Sounds like a third generation of the imaginary playmate. Crackerjack, "I left Mouse in the shopping cart" and now, Blankie.
LOVE

Dad said...

Sounds like a third generation of the imaginary playmate. Crackerjack, "I left Mouse in the shopping cart" and now, Blankie.
LOVE

Tutu said...

I know Blankie well. While you and Terry were on vacation and Pops and I were with the kids, every night I read a story to Kyle and Blankie while they sat in my lap. Kyle is very tender with Blankie. He cooed as he sometimes wrapped Blankie around my arm. It warmed my heart and made me feel oh so special. Tutu

Adventures In Babywearing said...

I had a yellow blankie that my parents called the Swiss Cheese from all the holes and wear and tear, but I loved that thing. Noah has a Mr. Bear that was given the day he was born. That bear has been through it all and honestly I consider to be another family member. Love that thing...

Steph

Kristenc said...

This was such a sweet post. I really enjoyed your story!