Kids' Well-Worn Lovies Are a Source of Comfort ... for Moms

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When I was very small, I had Blankie. It was a soft thing -- made of cashmere and lined with satin.

I remember snuggling with Blankie, night after night, stroking the satin until I fell asleep. Unless, of course, Blankie went missing -- then all hell broke loose.

My poor parents hadn't thought to get two identical Blankies (one as a backup, naturally), so when I misplaced Blankie, it was a damn nightmare.

I always wondered if it was a universal kid thing or some random thing that I happened to attach myself to as a child. When I had my first son, I quickly learned.

My first son, autistic from birth, didn't love being held. Wait, lemme rephrase that: My first son loathed any type of human contact. And let me tell you -- it was a RELIEF to find out he was autistic and not that I just smelled like Bad Parent or something.

Anyway.

My firstborn also had a Blankie, named, of course, Blankie, which I'd thoughtfully (and at the advice of my parents) bought four identical versions of. He'd been shuffling back and forth between my house and his other grandparents, and I knew a lot could happen to a lovie between here and there.

Blankie was a source of comfort until about age 5, when he decided independently that he no longer needed it.

My second son, having learned something from the first, received a lot of blankets. Baby blankets are invaluable -- they can be used for anything from cleaning up spit-up to catching the omnipresent diaper leakage, so I stocked up on as many as I could find when they went on sale.

That kid, of course, decided that a tattered white Blankie was HIS Blankie, and while I searched high and low for Blankie II, the best I could do was a pink one that was semi-similar. But it was no good -- despite APPEARING like his beloved Blankie, it wasn't the same and he rejected it.

My last child, my daughter, I assumed would love Blankie, too. Not the Blankie of the others, but her very own Blankie. For awhile, she did. She's formed an attachment to the ugliest, grossest, and most well *ahem* used Blanket we had in the house. It had a race car on it -- apparently a race car is what is needed to make her heart smile.

(Note to self: Lock this child in nunnery until age 35.)

More important than "Race Car Blankie," though, is this awful stuffed animal given probably to my firstborn when he was a baby, making it 11 years old. It looks older.

But she loves it, her Capitol Kitty, and brings it everywhere with her. Doesn't matter if Capitol Kitty smells like death or not -- Capitol Kitty is here to stay. (if only I had another one!)

Last night, I giggled as she had Capitol Kitty help me with cleaning up a mess of toothpaste in the bathroom.

"Why," I asked her, "do you call her 'Capitol Kitty'?"

"See," she pointed at the ratty-ass thing, "Capitol Kitty has all these colors -- brown, white, orange. She's a Capitol Kitty."

I smiled softly to myself as we scrubbed the floor with Capitol Kitty -- she'd mistakenly named her Kitty "Capitol" rather than "Calico."

I hope she never, ever changes that stuffed ratty thing's name.

Ever.

Do your children have comfort objects? What are they?


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puasa... puasaurusrex

My daughter has an entire possee of bedtime lovies, with 2 that get brought out of bed everyday. Her possee includes, her blankie, two white mice, a pig, Spongebob and Patrick, a sock monkey (all beenie babies), and her daddy's old teddy bear. Piggy and Bear are her carry around objects.


My son on the other hand, hasn't really clasped onto a lovie yet. He adores his Yoda and arangment of Spongebob stuffed animals, but they aren't used for comfort, so who knows in what direction he'll go?

cmjaz cmjaz

We are on our 6th identical 'teddy' for my son. Thank God he's starting to work his way from it. Speaking of what goes through little brains when they hear a word (ie capitol and calico), a year ago my 5 year old son and I were getting into Antiques Roadshow. (Its a calming show for him b4 bedtime) and how everyone is always stating 'i found this here' or 'there'. My son pipes up and says that he knows where everything can be found. I asked him 'where?' And he said in 'Lost Vegas'. He was serious. So funny!

sadyjo31 sadyjo31

My oldest has a pink softie. She has an identical one at my mom's, who babysits her and her sister everyday, but she rejects it. I think because it doesn't smell. My younger one latched on to an eeyore that was the oldest's. He looks like he's been drug behind a car too. I wash them both, but it really doesn't seem to help. I will be sad when they wean themselves from them.

GlowW... GlowWorm889

@ cmjaz - Lost Vegas! XD That's so cute! I wonder if that's where all those missing socks go?


No lovies here (yet). But I remember having one well-worn lovie as a child and my parents not being able to find an identical one to swap out. If that thing got lost, we were all doomed.

Jammi... Jammie209

All 3 of my girls had blankets w silk around the edges, which they call, "nannies." My oldest gave hers up w/o any problems around 4, dd2, she's 8, still hasn't given hers up, & dd3, she's 4, still has hers. I don't have the heart to take them away. My aunt took my "silky" away from me when I was 4 & the next week I ended up in them hospital. All I wanted was my silky & my mom & dad couldn't find the "one" anywhere. I figure they'll give them up when & if they'll ready. My aunt, who is 32, still has hers...lol Hope they don't have them that long, but if so, who cares.

Blue231 Blue231

My youngest latched on to a small, adorable stuffed tiger. I wasn't expecting that, because although it is cute tigers are not as familiar as say a Teddy bear. Anyways, one day she insisted on taking this tiger on an outing. The next day she carried it all over the house. For years she has brought downstairs every morning and upstairs to bed everynight. She enjoys it so much. It is very cute.

nonmember avatar BakingSuit

Mine was a blanket with yellow satin edging and it's folded in the top of a cloest at my mom's house last I knew. I slept with it until I was 18 (only at home) and it kept the nightmares away. Seriously!

My cousin though, hers fell apart several times and each time we hand stitch the damn thing back together. I tried to convince her to hand stitch it to a sheet or something but that offer was brutally rebuffed. I don't know if she still sleeps with it, but she's 25 now.

mompam mompam

My son had a blanket named "brown dat". It was because I had said to him, "do you want that?" a few times he thought it was called "that", and it was brown. He had brown dat until he was 8!!! It was in pieces by then. I tried to replace it many times, I even found the exact same one! But it was new and wasn't the same as old brown dat. I still have it. He's 17 now.

Aunt_... Aunt_ning

I had an old monkey of my dads I found in my grandmothers attic when I was 4, it started to really fall apart when I was about 18 so for my 19th birthday my sister gave me a brown build a bear monkey named Monkey George, I sleep with it every night still and I am 27.  It keeps the nightmares at bay.


My niece Kiki was supper attached to a brown beanie baby monkey called bongo, we lost Bongo when she was 2 and she barely slept for 2 days till we found it in the lift up seat of her riding toy. My aunt went to an auction and found 8 Bongos and bought them all in case we lost it again.  By the time she was 5 it was bye bye Bongo and hello Baby Mary. Its a doll that wears 0-3 months baby clothes. Baby Mary went everywhere with us. She is almost 9 now so the doll doesnt go quiet everywhere anymore but she still needs it to sleep. Its adorable.


My nephew Jack has a "glowie" its a glow worm that he cant sleep with out. Its adorable how he takes care of glowie still. he is 5.

Jenniy Jenniy

My 4yro has 10 or so different versions of his "blankie" that started off his big brother's. His brother attached himself to the comforter that came with his crib bedding, he still sleeps with the comforter at 7. I slept with my Teddy Bear until I got married, then my daughter stole him. Lol

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