I have an old fuzzy blue bathrobe I wear over my pajamas most of the time at home. It often has food stains from my 21 month old son's oatmeal or whatever, damp sleeves from doing the dishes, snot stains on the shoulders from hugging after boo-boos, etc. It's usually the first thing I throw on when I have to get up to comfort him in the middle of the night. It's pretty, well, schleppy.I never thought much of my bathrobe aside from "wow I should probably put a little more effort." Until recently when my son sees that robe (even when I'm not wearing it) he walks toward it, endearingly says "mama" and hugs it with a happy sigh and buries his face in it. Now I love that damn robe. It's my mama robe. ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/30Qd1jL
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