Sheets and blankets

When I was a little girl I started a habit, a comforting habit, of rubbing my sheets between my fingers at night. I would grab the top and follow it down until the sheet became cool to the touch. Then I would wrap it around my fingers to feel the softness. No matter how tired, I would do this every night as I drifted off to sleep. When I got married I remember my husband commenting on my sheet habit. Each night the same routine that offered me comfort as a child, worked after a long day of work. Foolish you might thinking. That a grown woman is still retaining a childhood habit. When our daughter was born my mother made her a flannel blanket with satin ribbon around the edges. It was pink on one side and blue on the other. As soon as she was home I placed the blanket in her bed. It was dear to me as my mother had made it. It wasn't long before I realized this blanket gave great comfort to my daughter. As she grew older, to my amazement, she began rubbing her blanket much like me. As time wore on so did the blankie. It finally fell apart in the washer, after several years. We saved a small corner. We replaced it with a soft cotton one. Today she is almost 13 and the tattered blankie still can be found beside her head in the morning. I chuckle to myself remembering when she asked me one day if she should be embarrassed about having a blankie. I explained to her that people have many habits, some of which can cause harm; however, the comfort of a blankie doesn't need to explained just understood. Overtime I have given up the comfort of my top sheet for my husband. He doesn't like them. I've traded in my blankie for a pillowcase. Am I embarrassed? No I am comfortable.