Tuesday, 7 June 2011


There have been a few posts recently regarding kids and their comforters.

I have commented, explaining that my children have them, and I encourage it, and will never take them away.

As a child, I had my comforter. It was a satin ribbon edged brushed cotton blanket. He was called "Mackie" and I would run the edge of the satin ribbon under my nose as a comfort. He smelled of warm safe bed, and I loved him. (I have NO idea why I gave a blankie a gender. I have even less idea as to why Mackie was a boy. Go figure.)

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Occasionally, a very smelly Mackie would be taken from me, in order to be washed. I can remember crying one afternoon at the window, watching him flap in the breeze on the washing line, waiting for him to dry.

At the age of eleven it was deemed that having Mackie was too babyish, and he was "lost". That he was lost around the same time that I moved from primary school to secondary school, after much encouragement from my parents to 'put him away', didn't go unnoticed my eleven year old self.

As a replacement comfort, or as an act of rebellion perhaps, my habitual thumb sucking increased. After the dentist put the fear of hell into me about my teeth, I gave up thumb sucking and replaced it with nail biting as my comfort.

And if you look back here, you'll see I have a tendency toward oral fixation.

It makes me wonder - if Mackie had not been "lost", would my subsequent habits of nail biting, smoking and over eating have developed so impressively?

I'd suggest I am an individual that needs a little a lot of comfort. Let's face it, who doesn't? And snuffling into a blankie is a much healthier habit that anything I ever replaced it with.

So if my children want their comforters, I shall let them keep them. Far better those comforts than many others...


  1. This is so similar it's blowing my mind.

    Mine was the big satin edged blanket on my bed. I called it my 'tickle'. I couldn't sleep without my tickle. I was lucky that to have that blanket on my bed until I was a teenager. But I couldn't sleep easily if I wasn't in my bed, because I didn't have my 'tickle'. (Sounds kinda creepy now!).

    I also was a habitual thumb sucker...and later nail biter. I never smoked but now have a problem with overeating.

    Similar much?

  2. My daughter had a dummy until she was two, and now she has a pink Beanie Bear with a wedding dress and his name is Frank. He sleeps with her every night.
    My son also has a dummy, and a NY Knicks bear his Aunty bought him from NYC named Ted.
    They can keep them as long as they like, if they can find comfort on their own without waking me at 3am, I'm all for it!

    ps. My partner also has a satin edged blanket as a child and he used to rub his feet on it, he still rubs his feet on the edge of our doona in bed and it annoys the shit out of me!!!

  3. So well said Lucy and I couldn't agree more. What is the harm in letting children hold something dear to them as comfort for sleep time, or during sickness or just to make them feel a little more secure.
    I had a 'blanky' and it was so well loved, it started falling apart when I was about 5. I used to take bits and pieces of it to bed, but I don't remember what happened to it in the end. Probably replaced by the mountain of fluffy toys I had on my bed... ALL my favourites.
    It's interesting to think there could well be a link between the removal of your comforter and the subsequent comforters you chose.

  4. My sister had a blankie that you described, she would sit under the clothes line and wait for him to dry. She also sucked her thumb until she was 14. We found her lost plate in the couch when my parents moved house.

    I on the other hand had a dummy which the goat supposedly ate or so I was told. I also was a chronic nail biter until 2008. Now I just put my nails in my mouth and don't bite them. Anything to stop stress and that is comforting is alright by me.

  5. My eldest had a dummy until age four, youngest never wanted one - she would spit it out from the time she was a few weeks old.
    They both have small stuffed toys (eldest a rabbit, and youngest a teddy) which are very soft and cuddly which they have always slept with and would not leave the house without as babies and toddlers...at ages 15 and 12, they still accompany them to sleepovers...

  6. I had one till I was six and mama said it smelled like ick cause I wouldn't let her wash it. It's all normal.

  7. I am all for comforters. Anything extra to help children know they are loved and they are safe ...

  8. I had a knitted toy called pumpkin. I remember crying as I lost it one day out doing errands with Mum and we had to drive all over town looking for it. We found it! I'm not sure what happend to Pumpkin, may have been 'lost'!
    My kids have comforters and I see nothing wrong with it. We try and restrict them to bed time although if they are sick or feeling a bit off then it is okay.
    Just a normal part of growing up and you are exactly right, who doesn't need comfort?

  9. Hi Lucy..I never had a comforter as such..but loved my bed. I just loved smelling the sheets and pillows when I got into it and snuggling in it. As I got older it was always a place of comfort and I read on it for hours at a time. It is still a place of refuge and comfort to me and I hate interrupted sleep. I have a weight problem..may be too much reading and sleeping was done and not enough runnng around??

  10. The Badoo has her 'pinkie' (stripey, cotton blanket, not pink, called Pinkie for reasons unknown). I could never take it away from her. I think comfort is a truly marvellous thing, wherever you can get it, and there is no age limit on our need for it. x

  11. My sister had a blanket exactly like yours, called Flankie. She would sniff it and rub the satin under her nose. The doctor had to pull large wads of blue wool out of her nasal cavity after a while. Noice.
    I sucked my fingers. You can't lose them, now, can you?? haha.
    All my kids have their things - Jack has Teddy, whose tail he twiddles when he's tired or sad; Phoebe has Lucy (well, we all love a Lucy!) who is dirty and not pink anymore because I'm not allowed to wash her; and the Mouse has Mummy. Yep, I am my daughter's plaything / comforter. Someone put me in the washing machine quickly, please! xxxxxx

  12. I'm with you. My boys both have little mates, who are like members of the family. I don't see the harm in it. I once wrote a story about Mr7's bear, when he was much younger, because I was worried he was too attached. The psychologist dismissed my fears - "if he's still sleeping with it when he's 18, get back to me".

  13. My eldest has a duck, creatively named "Ducky". Ducky is part of the family. He has two bald patches where the fur has been rubbed away by habitual stroking by my boy, now 5. Ducky is a bedtime buddy mostly, but also a great comfort. I think he'll stick around for a while yet, although he's lost his quack.
    Very compelling story Lucy. It's important to recognise these things in ourselves: I think it helps us to be more in tune with our kids. x

  14. I had a blanket with a satin edge too... I rubbed the satin while I sucked my thumb - until I was seven! Then started biting my nails...and it was all down hill from there!

    I love comforters. My kids both have satin edged blankets; my two year old won't go to sleep without it. We have two of the same blanket so there is a spare for washing day! Overkill? Perhaps but he loves it so much.


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