(Spring 2008)
Four years ago, when F was 2.5, she carried her pink blanket everywhere. EVERYWHERE. often wrapped scarf-style around her neck. Eventually blanket enthusiasm waned and when we brought baby T home from the hospital F passed her favorite blanket onto him. These days an almost 3 year old T carries F's old blanket - now named "pink sheet"- everywhere. Pink sheet comforts him during tantrums, soothes him before bedtime, and shuffles with him during dance parties. It has become a family member.
Last week, at the national arboretum, a teenage boy approached T and told him about his own childhood blanket. The boy looked wistful as he spoke of it and I wondered if T would one day tell a similar story or if pink sheet will become forgotten, along with so many of the other moments and possessions that currently occupy our days.
Happy Friday everyone!!
(Spring 2012)
