In keeping with the month of February and stories about love, brings me to a memory I have that didn’t involve your usual “boy meets girl” and falls in love and lives happily ever after story but, it brings to mind my youngest son’s (who is now 14) first love.
That my friends…was his blanket. I know you are probably thinking…this sounds like a Charlie Brown story, but in all reality, he would take that blanket everywhere and when he was about 10 months old my husband and I came to learn how to “pop” a blanket. My son would twist and twist the top of his blanket until he got it into a ball the size that would fit under his chin. He would put his head down and pull downward on his blanket which caused a “pop” sound. Try and try as hard as we could, neither my husband nor myself could get that blanket to “pop” no matter what we did.
He was about 3 years old and enough was enough. He was speaking clearly and we had to learn how to “pop” that blanket! He was very cooperative in teaching us and after several “roll ups” of the blanket; believe it or not…we did it! Not only was our son happy for us, we were just as happy as we now could be a part of his “popping” world and had fun at it with him.
When it came time to put the blanket to rest, it was longer than the original blanket started out and to this day, I still have it. I washed it, placed it in a plastic zip lock bag (with a fabric softener sheet) and it is stored safely in my cedar chest.
So see, sometimes “love” can be the love for someone, the love for chocolate, or as in our case, the “love” of a blanket.
