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Posted: July 20, 2005 Filed under: Uncategorized 1 Comment »The other morning, my youngest son woke me up (very early, I might add) to give me his woobies – the little blankets he has slept with since he was an infant. “I don’t need them anymore, Mom. I’m big.”
It was a proud moment. Until I realized that it meant I no longer have little kids. They’re not tweens or teens or anything radical, but they’re not little either.
So I washed the blankets and put them someplace safe. And then I left town.
Last night, while I was having a lovely dinner at Taste with a friend from Bozell & Jacobs , the phone rang. It was Andrew – “So sorry to bother you, but where are Max’s woobies?” Whew. Max isn’t so big yet.
If only we could all feel secure with something as simple as a blanket.
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It was a lovely dinner and it was great to see you.
I’m growing more convinced that I do have a tween, but growing more comfortable with it as time goes on. Sure I’ll need a woobie to deal with it at some point.