Security Blankets

I think I started it.  When my daugher was born, my mother's sister (Aunt Rosie) sent a crib quilt that she said she made.  (I'm not sure about that.)  It was a Holly Hobby quilt with Holly Hobby applique's, crib size.  When Meg was able to talk and I was tucking her into her crib, I asked her if she wanted this blanket or her "regular" one.  She wanted "reglar".  And so it happened.  Her "reglar" blanket became "Reggie".  She couldn't settle down without Reggie.  Once, she was sick with vomiting and diarrhea for almost a week, and all I could do for her was feed her what the doctor recommended while making her comfortable on the couch with her Reggie.

In time, Reggie became worn.  I reworked it...put on new backing and re-enforced the applique' stitching by hand.  It was hard to keep it away from Meg that long, but I managed...and so did she.  Thereafter, Megan and Reggie were constant companions when she needed comfort.  Daily.

Over the years, Reggie became a rag.  It could not be washed without total ruination.  I worried that keeping that piece of blanket near her face would cause infection, but Meg would not be deterred.  I think she gave up "Raggie" when she got married.  (Maybe earlier, but I'm not sure!!)

When my first grandchild was born, life was good.  One evening, when Robin was maybe a year old, she was left with me so her parents could attend a funeral...but Robin was sick.  Quite sick.  We watched Elmo on video and I snugged her up on the couch with a soft blanket   That was the end of that!  The soft blankets became a way of life for both of my grandchildren.  I don't think either one of them has ever come out of their bedrooms in the morning without a soft blanket over their heads!  I always tease Robin, calling her "Mary, Mother of Jesus" because of the look, but blankets are their feeling of security.  Even my daughter has purchased a soft blanket just for her.  What's left of Reggie, by the way, is just a small scrap of fabric in a platic bag now. 

Have I written about this already?  God, I hope not.  That would mean I am OLD.