Security blanket rules good for kids, Mommas
We have a new rule in our house. My daughter’s blanket stays in the house or in the car. No exceptions.
It’s best this way. Trust me. The alternative could prove disastrous. I don't think my heart could take it.
The blanket is my 2-year-old’s most beloved possession. She sleeps with it. She cuddles with it. One time, she went swimming with it.
My daughter, who’s just starting to talk, calls it Dit-tee. Every time. I have no idea where she came up with that, but I don’t dare question it. Besides, how sweet. My baby has named her first thing.
My cousin in upstate New York gave me the blanket as a shower gift. It’s one of those small blanket rattles with a stuffed animal on top. It was pink and fluffy when I got it. Now it’s gray, with a hint of pink, and matted.
I wash it whenever I can steal it away without my daughter looking, which honestly isn’t very often. Every now and then she intercepts it between the washer and dryer. (Obviously because a wet blanket is better than no blanket.) And, admittedly, I’ve pulled it from the rinse cycle rather than face a full court scream.
So imagine ever losing blankie? I just can’t.
It’s almost happened, a few times.
The first was this summer while on vacation up north. We had just pulled into my parents’ driveway after a long day on the road. Suddenly, as I started to unpack the car, the blanket came up missing. I checked the truck, under the seats, in the bags, even the glove box. Nothing.
Panic set in. Maybe we left it at the McDonald’s 200 miles away. Maybe it fell out of the stroller in the bathroom rest stop?
What are we going to do! We can’t replace it. I’ve already tried but can't find it anywhere. Bloody made in China!
Now my baby won’t be able to sleep!
Now I won’t be able to sleep!
I’m a horrible mother! WAAAH!
Moments later, the blanket surfaced on the kitchen counter. Someone had brought it inside while I wasn’t looking.
Crisis averted, thank heavens. I’m a good mother again.
It happened two other times at home, both which involved tears (mine) and late-night drives in my pajamas looking for the blanket lying on the road. Both ended successfully, cloth and kid reunited.
When you find yourself praying for a blanket’s return, you know you’ve got to do something. I knew it was only a matter of time before it disappeared for good, and when it did, I would be a flubbering mess.
So be it resolved, we now have a blanket with borders. It's working out well. We haven’t had any Blanket Alerts in a while, and my stress level is back to normal. Ok, maybe above-normal, but definitely lower than high.