The Magic Pillow

Jack has founda new source of power to give him bravery. While his Nana was here, she brought down an old pillow that she made for one of her boys. Jack paid it little attention until last night. I asked him to pick out his books in our usual bedtime routine and he went straight over to the pillow and took it to bed with him, clutching it close. He didn't even notice that his bunny, the usual companion of the night, was not present (poor ignored bunny, left discarded at the bottom of the bed). So we read three books and chatted a bit about people in our family. Then I kissed him goodnight and got out of the bed.

Now, at this point of the routine EVERY OTHER NIGHT OF HIS LIFE is when Jackelope begins to cry. He wails as I leave the room and comes to the door, knocking and pleading for Daddy to come and save him from his loneliness. But last night, I was only greeted by silence as I left the room. As I closed the door, I waited for the inevitable cry to come...but nothing.

That pillow is sticking around!