We all deserve a Lovie. Just because we have "grown out of it" I find my husband and I still fight over who has our Lovies....his lovie pillow and mine have just the right soft squish to it.
All children have that special Lovie, be it a pillow, blanket, stuffed doll, or piece of clothing. We grab for it before bed, when there is a storm, at quiet moments or when we are ready to go on flights of fancy. We would use the blanket (blankie) as a cape, flying carpet or just roll up in its warmth.
Blankie would be dragged through the foulest, germ riddled parts of the earth creating its own bit of life forms on the surface and deep in its well worn threads. Adults would devise plots to get Lovie away from a child in hopes to clean away that wonderful filth which has become a danger to all passing person.
When Lovie is snagged for its "bath" the drama begins. Weeping for the loss of a friend. Sitting in front of the washer and dryer as it goes through its cycles. Catching a glimpse of Lovie as it moves from washer to dryer only brings on new harder tears. When it is finally removed from the dryer the child would bury his/her face into the warmth of Lovie, breath in its new fragrance and race off to start the cycle all over again.....flying carpet, tug of war and dragging through the refuse of the world.
Today we as adults have our pillows and blankies. They have become bigger and we still fight over the comfort of the favorite ones. We still roll up into the warmth of that fluffy blanket fresh from the dryer, argue who has who's pillow.
We were told as children we would grow out of our obsession with a Lovie but in fact we just lose one Lovie and move on to larger ones and even more of them.
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