Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The Boy and The Blanket

It seemed like a typical laundry day - collecting, assorting and then retrieving articles of clothing in and out of the washer and dryer machines.

But I never thought I'd get sentimental.

While folding A.R's laundry, I came across his beloved Winnie-The-Pooh baby blanket. I held it briefly, reminiscing how I used to sing to him, and how I'd tuck him in his crib.

Oh, those were the days!


As I continued to fold the rest of his clothes, it suddenly occurred to me that my son is now ten years old, and still sleeping with his baby blanket!

Huh? How can this be?

Images of Charlie Brown and the Peanuts gang danced in my head. Particularly, Linus.


So, instead of placing his favourite comforter back on his bed, I hid it in his drawer, hoping he wouldn't take notice.

I was wrong.

Before bedtime, there was such a kerfuffle upstairs. A.R came down and asked, "Mommy, where's my blanket?"

I smiled, and said, "Honey, you're ten years old now. Do you need to sleep with it?"

A.R laughed sheepishly but the look on his face said it all.

"It's in your drawer."

I guess my plan to sever ties between boy and blanket was futile.

Perhaps, I should let him grow out of it on his own. If not, I still have three more years to think of a better plan.


  1. Aw, it's sad how fast they grow up :( I think it's cute that he still sleeps with his favorite blanket :)

  2. We are all about comfort things here too! My ten year old still sleeps with her blanket, and the younger one has a shirt. Yep, one of my t-shirts, and it goes everywhere with her. I spend half my day looking for it because it gets dropped in various spots where she stops to play.

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  4. Hey! upon reading your post it reminded me of my pillow.... my mother once told me that why am I still using the old pillow she bought to me when I was 10 years old. I just smile and said I love that pillow.

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  5. Perhaps your son misses his mother's scent in the blanket...How fast time flies and
    before you realise he'll be in his teens.

    Childhood is but a fleeting dream....

  6. I slept with my blanket (which was really just the silk part after a while because the blanket part fell apart) until I got married. And only then did I decide that it was wrong for a married woman to sleep with her "silkie". Plus, my future husband referred to it as my rag! Hopefully that won't happen in your house lol!