Yesterday I lost my security blanket.
Actually, I threw away my security blanket but I can’t tell everyone that. They wouldn’t understand.
Blanky was one-of-a-kind, hidden in a corner of the store, neatly folded, waiting just for me.
I took it. I held tight to it. I loved it.
I dragged it, I threw it, I bundled it up, I cuddled with it.
Sometimes I forgot about it, sometimes I didn’t need to use it, once or twice I even threw up on it…in the middle of the night, when I was sick, and couldn’t help it.
As I got older sometimes I used other blankets but they never lasted long. Blanky was always my favorite.
Until one day I looked at Blanky and realized how old it had gotten. Blanky was dirty. It had also gotten a few rips and tears; it couldn’t keep me as warm as it once did.
And then yesterday happened. I cried.
I am still crying.
But I made the decision…
I threw away my Blanky.