“Do you have Pink-it?” I ask my youngest as I tuck her into bed, during what has become our nightly refrain.
“I do!” she answers cheerfully as she snuggles under her floral comforter, oblivious to the dark outside.
We discovered early on that no good sleep was to be had (for ourselves or our daughter) without Pink-it, a fleecy, pale pink baby blanket that apparently has magical soporific powers. On those rare occasions when Pink-it could not be found, there has been a great wailing and gnashing of teeth, along with much interrupted sleep. It is better for everyone in the house, that Pink-it is kept close by.
I cannot recall who gave us this vital piece of material or when exactly it came into our lives. I am not even sure who christened it. All I know is that Pink-it is an inanimate object that has become a critical member of this household.
Eden, over the years, has created additional objects that provide confidence and safety. There is a second fleecy blanket called ‘Pretend Pink-it’ that can soothe her in a pinch. There are favorite pajamas and clothes that can be worn on stressful days and chosen books that can be read during thunderstorms.
But Pink-it is special. It is Pink-it that was wrapped around her when she had the stomach flu last week. It is Pink-it who rode in the car with Eden on her first day of preschool. And it is Pink-it who has traveled the country from Florida to Utah to Chicago as we take trips and vacations.
Pink-it is security. Pink-it is family.