Comfort Haiku

Embracing kindness

Sincere compassion offered

Console grief stricken

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Favorite Friends from Childhood

       Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child?  Lots of kids do.    I can’t say that I honestly had a particular favorite.  I remember having a whole menagerie that covered my twin sized bed encircling me and leaving me a small place to curl up in a ball to sleep.  They watched over me at night keeping the bogeyman away and me safe and were active participants of my games during the day.  I treated each and everyone the same.

       Of that menagerie, only two cuddly friends have survived.  One Christmas my mother made me a Raggedy Ann doll.  I thought she was awesome, and I still have her.  I treasure her because my mom made her for me, especially now that my mother is gone.  These days she straddles a huge china bull which sits on top of my kitchen cupboards. 

       The other cuddly friend that survives is my clown doll “Clownie”.  Unfortunately when Puppy Love was a young rambunctious pup he got a hold of Clownie and almost tore his foot off.  My husband felt sorry for Clownie and nailed him up on the bedroom wall by his hat so he would come to no more harm.  

       Unlike me both kids have attached themselves to one stuffed animal in particular.  We got my daughter a stuffed monkey at Toys R Us when she was 2.  She carried that monkey everywhere when she was a little tike.  Since then, Monkey has a special place on her bed so he is always available for special cuddles.



       My son received a stuffed frog in his Easter basket when he was a year old.  He has loved Froggy every since.  When he is sick or hurting, it is Mommy and Froggy he seeks for comfort.
     
  

     What would childhood be without these small comforts to get us through the day to day?  Even now my extra special friends from my childhood still watch over me and bring me comfort.  As my kids grow up, I am sure their favorites will do the same and always hold a special place in their hearts