Saturday, August 22, 2009

Baby Hedwig

I sit here holding my youngest son's lovey. Her name is Baby Hedwig, and she has been a part of our family for many years. I am holding her tonight because he went to bed without her. My youngest son has gone to sleep without his lovey. I didn't realize this would be a sad occasion.

I have, over the past few years, had a love/hate relationship with Baby Hedwig. I have loved her because, besides being very cute and cuddly, she has given my dear B many days and nights of comfort. She has been with him through such trials as Daddy leaving and surgery.

I have hated her because, on numerous occasions, I have been made to run late or waste gasoline by cries of, "Baby Hedwig! She got left at home!"
Oh, yes. I have cursed that owl. I have dreamed of the day when Baby Hedwig could be left at home or even, perhaps, forgotten at Nanny's house without need of sending out a search party.

Tonight, I found Baby Hedwig lying forgotten on the kitchen table.

I picked her up and held her. My baby boy no longer needs his Baby Hedwig. And, Baby Hedwig, if he doesn't need you, maybe he needs me just a little less too.


  1. Very sweet! It is hard seeing them grow up, isn't it?

  2. It is hard. It's also my highest pleasure. So contradictory!

  3. I'm 24, and I still occasionally run to my (foster) mom and cry in her lap.
    We never stop needing the people who raise us and love us.


  4. I outgrew my favorite stuffed animal, but when I was in the middle of my anxiety problems, I found it comforting just to see it again. He'll probably be around for it in a number of years.