My Daughter’s Favorite Stuffed Animal Means The World To Both Of Us

Every kid has a stuffed animal he or she BRING EVERYWHERE. The toy most likely has been there for the start and has a special bond. It’s his or her first best friend. Nothing can separate the two because the stuffed animal helps get through all the scary milestones and new place outside of the house. Oh and don’t forget the stuffed toy helps him in her sleep. If the kid if you lost it, all hell will break! So beware.

With that meaning said, my daughter’s favorite stuff animal is her Winnie the Pooh. He goes everywhere with us and has since day one. Pooh listens to the books and sings along (or sits with me if he’s not feeling it) at the library. He goes food shopping for with us. He even goes to the playground with us and plays along. Seriously, you name it and Pooh has gone with us. Pooh Bear even started potty training with my daughter. He had accidents when she did. He made it in the potty when she did. She teaches him everything she’s learning every day like how to listen, being nice, etc. Pooh is hands down her best friend. She loves him dearly.

My daughter doesn’t understand yet how much her Pooh Bear means to me. She’s starting to notice the absence of my parents, but little does she like her Pooh Bear is a part of my mom.

The Christmas before I become pregnant, my mom’s cancer came back. My mom acted as if she was going to die that year. She questioned my boyfriend and me about when we’re getting married and having kids because she’s not getting any younger. She wrapped up things around her house that she wanted me to have if she passed away. The Christmas of 2013 was most definitely the worst Christmas. I hated seeing my mom so sick and acting this way.

In February of 2014, I found out I was pregnant with my daughter. My mom became full of life. She brought my daughter all sorts of things. I didn’t know I was having a girl until later in my pregnancy because of health insurance issues, but that didn’t stop her. She would get things on her own and things with me.

The day she brought sticks out in my mind as if it was yesterday. We were at Babies R Us just looking around. My mom and I walked through the stuff animal aisle. I picked up Pooh and said, I bet my baby would love this. My mom looked at me and said, Then let’s get the baby a Pooh Bear. I looked at her and smiled then put Winnie the Pooh in our cart.

Unfortunately, my mom cannot see my daughter’s love for Winnie the Pooh because she passed away about 3 weeks before my daughter was born. I wish she could more than anything, but she cannot. The last few weeks of my pregnancy was so hard. Pooh Bear got me through every step of the way. I used to look at him and smile. I’m even guilty of cuddling him for comfort.

I believe my mom lives without my daughter’s Winnie the Pooh or at least I hope so. I guess you can say I made sure daughter fall in love with Winnie the Pooh. But I really don’t have to, my daughter used to smile and baby talk with Pooh as a baby. Maybe, a part of her knew how special Pooh really is from the start. I can’t wait to tell her who give her Pooh Bear and tell her how much he means to me.

PS THE LINKS DON’T WORK! THE SITE LINKED TO THEM IS DOWN. THROUGH THE WEEK, I WILL REPLACE THEM WITH WORKING LINKS FROM MY WORDPRESS. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. 

Do you like what you’re reading? Check out my page, Kimi Ann-Marie for various of posts about life, mom life, and grieving. Check out my page, Positive Thinking About Parents Death for grieving advice about your mom or dad and reminding yourself you’re not alone.

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