I’d really like to tell you that my obsession with stuffed animals is not at all about my obsession. I’d like to tell you it’s more about me catering to the whims of my five year old son.
But that would be lying.
Stuffed animals (or stuffies, as I always called them) brought me comfort and security and many times, a much needed shoulder to cry on (albeit a furry one). Growing up, I was very close with my teddy bear, Bruno, and his second-in-command, a stuffed duck that went by the name Ducky.
Ducky, unfortunately, met his end when we had a teething puppy in the house. It was a sad, sad day when I said goodbye to Ducky but I’m happy to report that Bruno is still alive and well.
Another one of our dogs chewed off parts of his paws but I vow to restore him someday.
With my emotional attachment to stuffies, I might have encouraged my son to become mildly obsessed with stuffies as well.
It all started with baby showers gifts. The little stuffed horses and lambs. And then continued with Christmas gifts. And progressed to here-this-will-keep-you-quiet-while-I-shop gifts. And finally, oh-this-is-so-cute-I’m-sure-Evan-will-want-it gifts.
Now stuffies are his souvenir of choice. As you can imagine, we’re a little overloaded.
Adding to the madness is my work as a blogger because every once in a while, I get a request to review a stuffed toy.
How can you “review” a conglomeration of fluff and fabric and emotion?
You can’t. You just welcome him into your home and have him join your family. Your stuffed-animal-obsessed family.
I actually wanted Woe Bear for me but Evan and I had a tearful discussion and in the end, I think I would have felt like a heel of a mom to deny a teddy bear to my son because, well, I wanted it!
No worries though. I think we’ll be welcoming many more family members for years to come.