When my baby "Moopa" was a few weeks old, she was very restless. She just couldn't settle herself down to sleep without something to hold. We started dropping burpcloths over her face as she tried to fall asleep, and miraculously, it worked.
She would smooth it to her face, wrestle it and hold it until she fell asleep.
Naturally, my mother was not fond of the whole "burp cloth in the face" routine, so she bought little Moopa a real "Lovey." It was pink and soft and half teddy bear half blanket.
It has not left her side since. We've taken that tiny security bear everywhere, and had a few very frightening instances when we thought she was gone for good. Once we lost her in Walmart. I walked the store for 45 minutes, sweating, trying to locate Lovey as my toddler cried. Finally, just about when I was about to give up, I saw her. She was in a cart in one of the aisles, one of those "clean up" carts with tons of junk that needs to be put somewhere.
Relief washed over me. Moopa stopped crying. I promised myself it would never happen again.
Then, two years ago, we lost her in Disney World. Yes, Disney World. We got back to our villa after a night of shopping in Downtown Disney and Lovey was gone. GONE. Hubby was all "She'll have to live without it...." and I'm all "WE HAVE TO GET ON A PLANE IN A FEW DAYS!!!"
Panicked and determined, I walked back to Downtown Disney. I will add that I was in my pajamas and it was raining.
Nothing stops a mom looking for a security blanket.
I went from store to store when finally, at my very last stop, the cashier told me someone found it on the floor of the store. I'm pretty sure I cried a little, I was so happy to see that little rag again. In a nutshell, that little story is the difference between most mommies and daddies.
With all the close calls losing Lovey, we've said many times that we should have bought two. I haven't seen "Lovey" on a store shelf in years. I also don't think it would matter anyway, because our Lovey is so "loved" the seams are fraying and the color has transformed from pink to well, something else.
There is no replacement for a blankie that has been carried for four years.
Last night, Hubby returned home from CrossFit bursting at the seams with excitement. For a minute I thought we must have won the lottery. He could barely speak.
Then he told me that in the childcare room, brand new, was a Lovey. The exact replica of our Lovey. Naturally, he asked the owners if he could take it home, because never in a million years did he ever think we'd find another Lovey.
After seeing this brand new Lovery, I see there is a significant difference between what Lovey looks like now and what she looked like when my mother gave her to us. Now, tattered and dull. Fraying and funky smelling every few days. Then, bright and pink and soft. Fuzzy and fluffy.
We may have created another monster.
Wishing you all unexpected surprises today!