Blue Blankie

When Jacob was a brand new baby he was given a small blue blanket. It has a bear that rattles, a soft comfy middle and silken edges. Since he was tiny, he has loved that blanket. "Blue Blankie" is what we call it and when bed time comes, it's the one thing that always goes to bed with him.

My boy is getting so big. Wishing he went to school more days than just Friday, making his bed, caring for his dog without being asked, stretching out to a length that is getting hard to carry. Growing, changing, stepping farther from his babyhood every day. 

Tonight he asked me if he could still have his blue blankie when he is taller. "Baby, you can have that blankie as long as you want it, and when you get so big you don't want to sleep with it anymore, I promise, I'll take care of it for you." I promise. That sweet little piece of memory will always have a home. 

My heart is actually hurting right now, aching with the sweetness of a baby and the memory he has left me with. Motherhood, the greatest of joys and the harshest of realities. 

Hold them all the time, kiss them frequently, stare at those precious sleeping faces. Get on the floor and play, read stories, laugh at a silly joke. Tell them everyday that they are wonderful. 

Tomorrow you will find yourself wishing for yesterday.