A while back, we gave both our children some of their things we had kept from their childhood days. Our son took his Christening gown and baptism items, his religious education certificates and achievements among other things. His favorite lovey was included in the items.
Interestingly enough, the item to which our baby son became attached was a blanket that had been his sister's. An ordinary pink baby blanket with a satin border. As he began to add words to his baby sounds, he called the blanket "Pinket." (Obviously a combination of "pink" and "blanket.") This blanket and another lovey were with him constantly until he was three or so. The other item was a small stuffed Winnie-the-Pooh. Ironically, it also had belonged to his sister who never cared much for it. (Her constant companion was Eeyore.) If our toddler son wasn't carrying the two loveys, they were surely somewhere close at hand. He called them "PinketandPooh" as if it were a single word.
Fast forward if you will to 2017 and the arrival of our lovely little Violet. Violet's parents are fortunate to have some good friends who are excellent photographers. One of them came to do a newborn photo-shoot when Violet was two weeks old. Our son sent me a picture of the photographer taking one of the photographs. The message was captioned, "You might recognize the blanket." And there was tiny Violet covered by Pinket. The same blanket that covered our son forty years ago. (And his sister three years before that.)
iPhone photograph taken by our son
She is indeed a tiny little girl
If you click to enlarge the photograph, you will note that the edges of the blanket are frayed. Over time, the satin border became detached. I bought the pink satin to sew on a new binding but my husband objected. He felt replacing the binding might attach too much importance to the blanket. I suspect that he also thought that the blanket would unravel without the binding and shrink thread by thread. But somehow the blanket remained relatively intact despite the constant use.
You can't imagine how thrilled I was to see the photograph of our dear granddaughter covered by Pinket. Who knew when we gave the items to our son that he would have his own daughter so soon? Oh, we are blessed.