I often wondered this when blankies and comforters would seemingly vanish into thin air, we’d tear the house apart without any joy, admit defeat, & then without explanation the said lost item would reappear from nowhere ready for a continuation of love, hugs & filled with a duty to comfort any little stubby fingers that should pick it up.
But now we have an understanding. A comfort that ‘lost’ doesn’t mean sad, or lonely, quite the opposite really. I’m now sure that ‘lost’ is a get out clause for all those providers of comfort. It’s a time out. A well earned break. A time for rejuvenation. [Read more…]