Comforts

It is strange what comforts people and why. When I'm really upset ~ heartache sick ~ I want cheese enchilladas & homemade soft corn tacos. Why?? I have no idea. BUT... it is very comforting. and I always feel better afterwards.

Years ago I had an old flannel shirt that I loved. It was a red plaid and had faded after years of washing. It was a little big on me and the ends of the cuffs were worn and frayed. There were also a few worn spots on the shirt, so I never wore it out anywhere, but I loved it! It was so comforting to get out of a hot bath at the end of a long day and slip that shirt on my damp skin. It hung low in the front and back, but was cut up a bit at the sides in the style of men's dress shirts, not the straight cut that is popular now. Again, I don't know why I loved it so much, or even why it brought me such comfort, but it did. I could put that shirt on after a cry or when I was feeling blue and as the soft flannel enveloped me, so did a sense of calm and peace. I have no idea what happened to that shirt. I wish I did. I haven't seen it in a decade or so.

My 4 year old, Boo, has attached herself to an old blanket. She calls it her "flower blankie" She sleeps with it at night, flowers on the outside, stripes running up and down. Why?? Who knows. I just know she sleeps better when she has it. Would it make a difference if the stripes went cross ways or the flowers were on the inside? It does to her.

There are times in my life when I wish I could eat my cheese enchiladas, snuggle into my old flannel shirt and go to bed with my own "flower blankie". There are times when I'd take comfort any way I can find it just so I can make it through the next day. Luckily those days aren't often. Tonight for some reason, I thought of that old flannel shirt and wished I still had it.