“Please Look After This Bear. Thank You.” Why Buddies are Important.
It was a lazy morning and everyone was hanging out with me today. It is my favorite kind of day, because everyone comes to me and we just play in the giant bed that is Mama and Daddy’s (but really, it’s mine, because I like to stretch out in it all of the time and I like to kick Mama and Daddy over to the corner so that I can have most of it to myself).
Mama, Daddy, my big sister Addie, my big, big sister Lilli, and my giant brother Jonah were all together this morning. Even Django and the kitties were there. Mama said the kitties were just waiting for food, but I think that they both secretly want to have me grab their fur really tight like I want to do. They never let me catch them, and Mama said that they “mock” me, whatever that means. All that I know is that my legs are going to work better soon, and they had better watch out.
My giant brother Jonah brought Paddington Bear down with him, and usually I only see him when I go to visit him in his room. There’s something about Paddington that makes me want to hug him over and over again. He smells like when my Mama holds an old book near me and flips the pages. Mama says that smells like a library and that it is one of the best smells in the world. Paddington smells almost like that, and Jonah said that is because he is old. Jonah said that he was Daddy’s when he was a little kid. I had no idea that stuffed animals lasted that long since Daddy seems ancient to me, but Jonah told me that a lot of things are way older than that, even toys.
Paddington’s fur is all flat instead of fluffy, and Daddy said that is because he loved him very much and carried him around with him all of the time when he was little. That must have been a lucky bear, because Daddy carries me around all of the time now and I’m a really lucky girl. His eyes are buttons and his neck is really floppy from going from place to place. Daddy said that some of the best things in life are old and loved. He said that means that they have a history and that they have more “character.” I think that he must be right, because when I touch Paddington, he feels like a piece of my Daddy, and when I breathe in his fur, I feel calm and peaceful.
Maybe we all have something when we are little that we rely on. Addie calls them “buddies,” and she has Sir Edward the Grey, a Pug baby lovie. Lilli has her Blankie from when she was a baby, which now has big tears, but she doesn’t care. I already have one too named Lady Ophelia, which was made for me to be a twin to Edward but is a girl. I hug her tight too, and she helps me sleep when I put her against my face. Even Mama and Daddy have one… me. Mama and Daddy both seem to fall right to sleep when they are snuggled up to me. I sure hope that Mama and Daddy keep on using me as a buddy, because something about being in their arms makes me feel like everything is happy and safe. When I close my eyes and they are next to me, I feel peace. I love Ophelia, but they are the best buddies in the world.