Tuesday, February 23, 2010

My baby's blanket

A few weeks ago in sunday school, we were asked to think about our most precious earthly possessions. The things that we cling to, protect, maintain, and even spend money to insure. A few things passed through my head- my wedding ring, my blog books, my wedding album. I was feeling pretty good about myself thinking that I was not a very materialistic person. There are not many things in this world that I have that would completely devastate me if I lost them.
Later that night I was getting the kids to bed and I noticed Mason's blankie on the floor. I scooped it up so I could toss it in his bed but just when I went to throw it, I noticed something about this little blanket. It smelled like my little man. I sauntered over to the rocking chair and sat there, alone in his room, smelling his blanket. I slowly inhaled several times taking in everything that the smell had to offer. It made me giggle because this smell is not something that everyone would enjoy. When Tylie was little, my mom would constantly lather her in baby lotion so that is what her smell became. Mason is very different though. Although he gets plenty of lotion himself, that smell isn't what defines him. His blanket smells like...... him. I wish that I could explain it but it is something that I hold very close to me and will remember forever. It is a smell that makes me think of chubby cheeks that I kiss about a thousand times a day, of muffled giggles waiting for me to come get him from his nap, of alligator tears when I have to stop him from beating up on Tylie, and late nights rocking him in my arms while he rests on the soft fleece. I love that blanket because it captures the essence of my Mason. I wish I could somehow bottle the smell to get me through his first date or the day he goes to the MTC. Looks like I should have added one more item to my list of the things I prize on this earth- my baby's blanket.