Something a mother should not do

I love my mother.
Some things about the two of us did not make a "goodness of fit".
As a young child I had a "lovey". It was a light pink, cotton, loose weave blanket with a wide satin edging. I needed that blanket. I was a timid child that was easily overwhelmed with what life seemed to expect of me. That blanket was pure, safe, soft comfort to me. It helped take the rough edges off of life.
By the time I was five years old, I still needed and used that lovey. It was tattered and dirty. One summer day while in the back yard mother came up and announced to me that she had burned my blanket. Sure enough, there was a fire and smoke in the round metal barrel that we used for burning trash. Mother was giggling in glee. I am sure she was delighted to see the end of that yukky thing. This is what I most remember -- it felt as if life was draining out of me. It was painful that my beloved blanket was being burned, and to have my mother laugh at me in my panic and fear was incomprehensible. I wanted to run and scream and cry and protest, but I could not move. I was both overwhelmed and afraid to feel. It was more than I could process. Life just became different at that moment. I think my basic ability to trust was seriously violated. What was soft and warm and safe and good and predictable in my life was gone.
I believe I was an emotionally vunerable child from day one. It is just how I was programmed. This experience just made me more emotionally fragile.
Some may poo-poo the lasting impact such a small incident could have in a child's life. Research does support the notion that experiences in a child's life can and often do have both an immediate impact as well as long-lasting and cumlative effects.
So, you mothers out there, do not burn your child's lovey. Do not laugh at your child, especially when he/she is in pain or confused or afraid.