I’ve always had a thing for “lovies” and stuffed animals. When I was a toddler I was attached to my blanket. It preschool it was a stuffed Simba from the Lion King, in elementary school it was a bean-filled seal named Lilly (she’s been through a bean transplant), and then 4 years ago I attached myself to a stuffed bear named Duffy I got on a trip to Disneyland.
My parents divorced when I was in elementary school and going in between new situations was really hard for me. I spent the weekdays with my mom and then depending on the weekend I’d spend it with my mom or dad. When I’d change households I’d pack my bag and I’d always have a stuffed animal.
Fast forward to right before I got married. My then fiancee and I were talking and I mentioned that Lilly would be coming on our honeymoon with us. That talk then wandered onto why I insisted on taking a stuffed animal. After all I was 21 and most 21-year-olds don’t bring a stuffed animal on their honeymoon.
It took me a little bit of thinking, but then I was able to communicate “transitions were hard, but my stuffed animals were one of the things that stayed consistent and didn’t change.”
My husband and I approaching our 5th anniversary. Lilly did go on our honeymoon and whenever we travel I bring Duffy with me (Lilly sometimes hitches a ride in my suitcase). I realize that I’m 26 and it might be sort of funny to see an adult carry a stuffed bear through the airport, but the same statement applies as it did when I was 21 “transitions are hard, and stuffed animals are consistent and don’t change.”
My stuffed animals help me get through change. Even at 26 years old change is hard for me.
P.S. I couldn’t find a picture of my first Lovie Simba. I’m a true 90’s kid. 🙂