I know a lot of kids have irreplaceable “lovies” that they latch onto and can’t live without. The ones that parents have to buy 2 and 3 of in case one gets misplaced.
None of my kids have had something like that. However each one of my kids has latched onto one stuffed animal more than the rest that became their sleeping buddy. Not so much that they couldn’t sleep without it if we forgot it on a trip or it needed a “bath” while the slept. But the animal that resides in their cribs or beds and gets the biggest share of the snuggles.
With Lily it is a blanket she affectionately dubbed “cow blankie”. A friend of mine made it for my first baby shower and it has a farm print on it. She honed in on the cows and it has been named that ever since. It is a well traveled, well loved blanket. When Lily started school I could see the tension between wanting to bring it to show and tell and feeling like maybe that wasn’t ok to still love your blanket. She still sleeps with it every night and sometimes carries it around the house. I am secretly hoping it makes its way off to college when the time comes.
With Hannah it was a Christmas gift she got when she was about 1 1/2. They were a set of twin babies, one pink and one green. She appropriately named them “green baby” and “pink baby”. Wildly creative. For whatever reason she latched onto the green one. Pink baby still sets at the end of her bed with a gaggle of other dolls and animals, but she has never scored the coveted spot of main snuggle buddy. Currently Hannah also sleeps with a black horse named Blackie. And other animals have come before and will probably come after Blackie, but Green Baby is always the constant.
I am not really sure who gave Silas Mr. Monkey or even when he came on the scene. I know we don’t typically put stuffed animals in with our kids when they are babies, so I am going to guess he got put in the crib around a year ago. I named him Mr. Monkey since Silas refers to him as he does all animals. By the sound they make. And although Mr. Monkey is the youngest in terms of the lives of our “lovies” he is the most worn. His fur is wearing down and there is even a teeny hole developing. But no matter what time of night you go in to check on Silas you can be sure he will have that monkey snuggled tight. So it only makes sense he is becoming “well loved.”
I have a tiny scrap of the blanket that I slept with when I was a baby. It is all that is left. It is odd how fondly I think of my kid’s own blankets, babies and animals, but because my kids love them so dearly, I find myself doing the same. And I will miss them dearly when they aren’t to be found entangled in my kid’s sheets anymore. Because it will mean the loss of something far greater than a lovey. It will mean my babies have grown up on me.
Do your kids have a “lovey” they can’t live without?