When I was little, like every other child with attachment issues, I had a blankie. It was fuzzy and blue and white with little kittens and clouds all over it. I loved that blanket and it was as much a part of me as my own thumb. In fact, the two went quite nicely together snuggling on the couch watching a little Captain Kangaroo.
One day some really unkind and ill-behaved children stole my blanket from me and it was never seen again. I still remember how much I missed that precious piece of cotton/poly blend and my mom singing me to sleep so there wouldn't be weeping and gnashing of teeth in my state of mourning. I did finally recover. Sort of.
Ok, by the Captain Kangaroo clue, you can probably guess it was more than a few years ago. We all know there are things that we lose that we just remember for a long time; especially if the loss was somewhat tramatic. A few posts ago tragedy struck the Hill home and our beloved cat Max was um..well..kindof..uh...you know, consumed by a pit-bull. My kids knew what happened mostly because Tee woke up in the middle of the "consumption" and loves some good drama. I love that kid but he's not shy with details and sweet Sadie has had some mourning of her own to do.
I was in Sunday school the other day and one of her wonderful teachers came up and whispered into my ear that she had just had Sadie in class. This particular teacher is an artist and had asked Sadie if she could draw something for her to color.
"Would you pwease dwaw me a picture of a pitbull wif a cat in its mouth? Like the one who got Max?"
So this precious, beautiful teacher drew her a great rendering and said Sadie colored it so carefully, really trying to stay in the lines and then carried it around with her for the rest of class. Look at the cat's sad face.
Kim, her teacher, told me it might be a little morbid for Sunday school but she thought it really meant something to Sadie and maybe it was kind of cathartic.
When we picked her up, she was very proud of her picture and I was so thankful for a teacher who could love my child outside of the box.
I'm having her come over next week to draw a picture of my blankie.