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Lost: Security – Found: Blankey

10 Jul

When I was young, really little, I was given a gift by one of my mother’s friends. A quilt. Little did this woman know this would be the greatest gift I would ever receive as a child. It wasn’t just a quilt, or a blanket to me. It was my security, my comfort. Growing up with a mother with bi-polar, or manic depression as it was called back then and a father who didn’t want to be around much to deal with her or his children, left little in the way of love, caring and comforting for me as the baby in the family.

Eventually, I wore out this blankey, it literally disintegrated in the wash it was so worn out. My mother never told me she just threw it out, and when I went looking for it she finally had to break the news. I was devastated and immediately scoured the house for a replacement…found one! Wore that one out, found another replacement, they seemed to last for 8 years or so, then needed replacing. My mother would joke when I was getting into my teens and still sleeping with a blankey, that I was going to take that silly thing on my honeymoon. She was right! I took it on both of my honeymoons, thank you very much! I took it with me to the hospital to give birth to my first child too! I’m 35 years old and still sleep with a blankey! I’m not ashamed in the least. If my “habit” is sleeping with a blanket at night, who am I hurting? Does it give off second hand smoke? I don’t think so, it’s probably the safest habit I could have. I certainly enjoy it.

The lady who bought me my first blanket passed away when I was only 12, she was a family friend, and I don’t know how I would’ve made it through growing up without it. So thank you!

Lost: In my childhood – Found: In adulthood

12 Jun

I had the pleasure of growing up in a family with parents that never said “I love you” and never gave hugs or kisses to their children. In fact, it was the complete opposite, verbal, physical and emotional abuse. I know my parents did the best they could with what they had and although I can never forget what was done and what wasn’t, I can forgive. I have forgiven.

Being a parent myself now, I cannot even imagine hurting my little girl, in fact, if it’s possible to love your child too much, I’m guilty of that. From the moment I saw her, I was completely in love, and every day since she has been told how much her dad and I love her.  There are kisses and hugs and lots of love to go around. Our home is filled with love. It may not be filled with fancy furniture or nice things, but the one thing it is filled with is priceless!

I may have never know what it was like to be loved growing up, but I sure know how to love and be loved now, as an adult. So I take from my childhood pain, the reason that I had been wondering about… and that is a happy, loving adult family.  We do end up curing our childhood pain in our adult lives.