Worth its weight

I must say Ruth's new blanket is getting a work out. She snuggles under it at night to go to sleep. It is dragged around to relax with on the couch. And, when she becomes distraught, it has helped in her regaining control.

When Ruth gets anxious, she begins to escalate. Her crying becomes almost crazed, and it is hard to get her to calm down. Once she begins to spiral out of control, it can take all afternoon to get through the issue. Twice this week, we went there. It is overwhelming for her, and for those around her. Often it is a combination of anxiety and over stimulation. Both times, I reached to hold her in my arms, and while she excepted that, it did not calm her. Then, I remembered the blue gift from heaven. (Well, from Aunt Beth and Uncle Jim, but still...) We got the blanket and wrapped her up. She covered her head all the way to her toes. Within minutes, we had a crying, but not uncontrolled child. With a half hour, there was laughter, and we could move on to new things. I can not say just how much this is worth to us...