So I have a little confession to make. I have a security blanket of sorts. Actually it’s this one pillow. I’m not even sure how long I’ve had it. I can’t remember a time without it. It probably doesn’t even qualify as a pillow anymore. It’s more like a pillow case with a few feathers in it. It’s shapeless for the most part but I love it. I sleep with it every night.
Last night. Well, actually it started Saturday but to give you the entire story, I have to tell you a little more about E. About two years ago, E (at the age of 1.5) went into my childhood room and some how emerged with an old teddy bear, probably given to me or one of my sisters from an old boyfriend or something. Did I mention the bear is HUGE?! Anyway, this bear hasn’t left E’s side since. You can read about this bear here.
Since then, E has acquired a few other “things” that he requires to have in bed with him when he sleeps: 5 specific (yes, I said 5) blankets, teddy, this other teddy thing and now he’s added my pillow to the collection and I’m not happy.
It all started Saturday. We went home to my hometown (2 hours away) and I thought I could use that car time for a nap. It’s amazing how much I look forward to road trips now. We got in the car to come back later that night and E, without any of his “things” saw me with my pillow. He asked in his sweetest most adorable voice…
“Mommy, can I have your piwow (pillow)?”
I gulped..could I tell him no? Did I have to share? All the lessons I’ve been trying to teach this kid slapped me in the face..my reply
“Sure buddy” in my most defeated voice because I knew once he had it, I wasn’t getting it back.
Sure enough, that’s what’s happened. He wanted it in bed last night and I let him but once he was asleep, being the great mom that I am, I went in and took it back. I nestled in to bed feeling one again with my pillow when all of a sudden…
“Mommy, I wost your piwow!!!” (crying hysterically)
What the F*??? I went in, tried to console him, tried to redirect him to one of his other “things” but to no avail. He was dead set on the pillow. So I bit the bullet and gave in. He slept soundly the rest of the night.
This, my friends, is not cool. I had an premonition that at some point one of my children would claim this pillow (my brother and sisters and I all tried to claim my mom’s) but I didn’t think it would be for another few years. Now what do I do?!
I go to sleep feeling not quite settled. I didn’t think I was that attached to this thing but I guess I am. I guess I should probably just learn to adjust to sleeping without it but the child in me says..”it’s not fair”
Oh well. Why am I telling you this? I have NO idea. I guess it’s kind of comical. Yea, that’s it. Either way, for all you moms or moms-to-be, hide your pillows. 🙂