The Perfect Pillow

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The Perfect Pillow

I have been in my Wayback Machine. It is a wondrous ride, and I never know where I will end up. That's because I have toted items from every part of my life. From some of my earliest memories to elementary school to high school and beyond, I have totems, tears, laughs, melancholy, and everything imaginable boxed up.

Of course, these are also part of my heart, but seeing them prods me to remember that time. From that small item, there is a huge spiral ride that connects me to more and more memories. It becomes an entire world unto itself.

One of the items I came across was a small feather pillow. It is 14" by 14" and covered in gray and white striped ticking. It has weathered to a brown and gray as time has passed.

I used this pillow until I went to college. It never occurred to me to ask for another one. This pillow was just right and the perfect spot to lay my head. It was a peaceful place.

Along with this pillow I found many pillowcases that were exactly the right size. My grandmama made them every Christmas for her grandchildren. I don't know if anybody else had a perfect pillow, but I gladly covered mine with the love from 'Grandy.'

As I looked at the pillow and pillowcases, I remembered all those Christmases spent with family. I thought about all the people who have passed and those of us who still remember those days. We are fewer and far between now.

The pillow is as close as I can come to that time and many loved ones. It makes me wistful and brings gentle laughs and smiles.

I hope all of you have a 'perfect pillow' of some kind. They are small but needed tokens to warm a lonely heart in what is at times a cold, cold world.

[Voice for Peace]

1. "I have been in my Wayback Machine."

I love this ..

[NBachers]

2. I have nothing against security blankets

My daughter, from babyhood on, had a favorite security blanket. One she clutched and held to herself and used to brush its fabric between her fingers.

I bought another blanket exactly like her favorite one. Sometimes it was vitally necessary to wash it, and I figured I could pull a fake out on her. But it never failed, as I tried to clean it, she'd sense that something was up. When I tried to give her the substitute one, she'd cry that it wasn't the "right blanket."

As she got older, her mom decided it was time to wean her off her blanket. My daughter felt threatened by this. I always spoke up, and told her she could take her blanket to college if she wanted.

Sadly, my daughter is all grown up and will have nothing to do with me now. I got involved in some activities that "took me away" for a few years. It doesn't change my love for her, not a bit. My memories of those days are like my own security blanket.

[babydollhead]

3. I hope time heals the relationship with your daughter.

love doesn't end.

Nothing can change what you know.

I wish great space around you where you can tell her what you told us and she will say, "I remember. Thank you for sticking up for me and understanding. "

my own kids are not all the way grown, and they can be such dicks to me.

When they were small, and we were so in love with each other, no one can take that away.