*Security and Comfort*
so while taking my 4 year old and his bloody injury
wrapped in a towel to the Dr.
I grab his 'binky' (all purpose 'security blanket')
and place it in his arms over his seat belt
to which his fingers unconsciously roll the soft comfort between
his natural reaction anytime it's in close proximity to him
and upon watching him do so.. even I *sigh* a bit of relief.
about 2 minutes into the drive he asks
"mom?, ..why did you bring my 'binky'?"
my reply...
"in case you need something to help make you feel better, like a friend"
he thinks for a moment ..and his reply melts me
"but that's what you are for"
~ugh~
can I just say, of all my 37 years of my life
boyfriends, best friends, and a husband
that was by far
the sweetest gift my heart had ever been given.
Ever
.
So why encourage him to drag along his 'binky'?
I,...well I sucked my thumb right up until high school
(sad, but true)
and of course had a 'security blanket'
I unconsciously rubbed between my fingers too
until at least the 9th grade.
Both habits my parents tried hard to break.
I've heard if you look deep between the binding of many a parent's handbook
The advice would be to encourage your child
to gently break the need for 'security' items.
I'm not big on parent handbooks, Dr. Spock, Child rearing Guru's,
and knowing the latest on what 'The Newest Studies' show.
I just do what I think is best
and hope there isn't much a lot of love and support can't get us through.
My sister (god love her) I am quite sure is out to be
a walking encyclopedia by the time she expires on this earth.
But Hey~ to each their own!
We will all do a lot right,
and when you ask our kids 20 years from now,
I'm sure according to them,
we most likely will have done some things wrong.
and I think that's the way it will always be
otherwise we may just put therapists and psychologists
right out of business
.
Forgive me, I'm getting side-tracked on my rant.
My point..
'security' blankets
I just hate that's what they are called
and there is discussion at all on breaking your kids from them
I'm all for nicknaming them 'comfort-binky's' or 'comfort bunnies'
or etc., etc.,
I agree no meekly held together piece of material
bound in satin, worn thin, rubbed,and chewed with anxiety
is going to provide 'security'
but I admit even 'I' was looking for extra comfort that day
and it's far too soon when we all grow up
and realize nothing can provide 100% security
not even mom
but 'comfort'
comfort is a beautiful thing
I have no shame in grabbing the 'binky' for extra comfort
and taking it along
from the car and right into the Urgent care
from waiting room to the Dr's room
and home again.
and home again.
I am even more delighted to know my son, at 4
knew I was his rock going into whatever happened
not a 'security blanket'.
But then again, so what if your kid is 11
and her 'comfort bunny' is tucked in her overnight bag when attending a sleep-over.
When your down, or hurt, or scared or even worried ..
we all need as much 'comfort' as we can get.
Absolutely nothing is wrong with seeking comfort.
It's not a weakness
Even when we grow up, we still know
Those who have comfort,
The comfort of family, of love, of support,
or even a warm blanket
those people
are truly blessed.
Comfort, my friend, is a luxury
.
When my grandma passed away.
Nothing was going to take away the tears and the pain and the sorrow.
My mom asked me while standing in my grandmas home
along with her three sisters who were all there dividing her things up
if there was anything special I wanted
A quick scan of the bedroom I was standing in
there were two objects that came to mind.
One, a bottle of her perfume off her dresser.
One whiff and fond memories flooded my head.
Surely I wouldn't leave that for charity.
The second thing I went for?
A pink blanket off her bed.
It was warm and soft to the touch
and bound in luscious pink satin.
I still love that blanket.
Worn thin and even re-bound in new pink satin
courtesy of my mothers sewing skills
It no longer smells like her, washed several times over.
But I don't even have to be feeling down or blue
when throwing that blanket around me..
but when I do, there is no false sense of 'security'
.. there is however,
under that blanket,
an immeasurable sense of
'comfort'
.
