Last night the princess spend the night at Grammie and Papa’s house. At bed she requires her princess blanket, woobie, so I made sure to pack it. She has had this blanket since she was a year old. Tonight as I put her to bed, we discovered that woobie did not make it back in he bag.
Tears began to fall and the howls escaped from her mouth. My first thought was…it is a blanket. Here’s another one, go to bed. But after stopping for a minute, I realized it was far more than a blanket….it was a source of comfort and security.
As adults, most of us no longer have a woobie, but we have something or someone who is our comfort and security.
Who or what provides you comfort and security?