Linus and his trusty Burp Armor

My son is Linus and his Burp Armor is his trusty blanket. I never imagined that Burp Armor would become the "trusty blanket." That in itself is the COOLEST thing EVER! Burp Armor was created to solve a problem -- the problem being, always getting wet on a nightly basis by larger than life baby spit-ups. The fact that it has become an integral part of our son's daily life and such a part of his personal history is icing on the cake.

Just like Linus, Burp Armor goes wherever our son goes. In good times, Burp Armor becomes his imaginary bull whip as he stands tall like Indiana Jones fending off the forces of evil (his sister) from his territory in the playroom. In bad times, it's his safe place. The friend that comforts him and says, "Find your THUMB! FIND YOUR THUMB! Ahhhh thumb!"

Lately, I have been thinking, "Wouldn't it be nice if we all still had our "trusty blankets?" The bad days at work wouldn't be so bad and the good days would be that much greater because your blankie was there to experience them with you. I know, I sound totally crazy! Next time you are in a meeting, try imagining your boss cuddling his lovey as his/she discusses profit and loss statements. Or, better yet, on a really bad day at work think how things would be different if you could just take one glorious sniff of your blankie's wonderful fibers. For my son, a sniff, a cuddle, a rub to the face...all work a mysterious, soothing magic on him. The powers of his Burp Armor are remarkable.

On many levels, we are all searching for our adult "trusty blanket" after the real one fades away. Who wouldn't want that soothing magic in their daily lives. I know I would. On the most literal level, the trusty blanket may have morphed into a favorite pair of jeans, hat, or the old chair you just can't part with. On a greater level, it's the unconditional love found in your son's embrace, your daughter's whisper of "I love you!" and the touch of your partner's hand on yours during the still of the night... these moments are the "trusty blankets" of our adulthood.

I hope everyone can find their "trusty blankets" on some level! And, maybe if you are lucky, your first blankie might be in a closest somewhere looking and waiting for some love. If you can't find the first blankie, look at your kid's smile, let your wife's kiss linger longer on your lips, or breath in your baby's scent just a little bit deeper.... the unconditional love of your "trusty blanket" is all around you.