Lucas(who turns 8 next month) has had Pooh since the day he was born. I was in our local mall alittle over 8 years ago shopping around and happened to stop in the Disney Store. As I was leaving I came upon this blanket. You know the kind that have the head attached to the blankets...what was so different about this one was that it wasn't the thick fleece or terry cloth material on the bottom. It was soft cotton with the edges lined in the silky material.
Lucas attached to Pooh very quickly. In the years that followed he carried Pooh everywhere with him and in the last 2 or 3 years Pooh has really begun to show his age. I did my last surgery on Pooh about 9 months ago...I say last because it truly was my last. To this day...and I mean right at this very moment as I am typing this Lucas is asleep in the top bunk in his bedroom with Pooh right beside him(makes me smile to myself just to think about it) he still has Pooh with him all the time. There is nowhere he wont't take him...he went to a friends over this past weekend and wanted to take Pooh. I casually mentioned maybe being almost 8 that just maybe did he think that it was time to possibly leave Pooh at home while he was at a friends...no way...absolutely not was his answer.
So the other night Jacob and Lucas apparently were messing around in their beds...they are in bunks. For some reason Pooh was hanging halfway off the bed and Jacob decided he was going to try and take him and pulled the bottom half of him...Pooh survived but is no longer one. Lucas insisted upon showing it to me and his grandmother that we could sew it back together even when I told him there wasn't a chance. So...
My first born who can drive me absolutely crazy at times but can be the most loving and thoughtful person the very next second...my little boy(who is not so little anymore)you and I have grown up together. We have been through an awful lot in your lifetime that someday you will learn all about...for now I hold it in my heart right with you. Although we argue at times and don't always see things eye to eye know that you are always loved and adored more than you will ever know. I will hold on to your Pooh...the second half of it that is...that can't be sewn back together and I will keep it safe for all the days of my life. One day when you are older and you have children of your own I will still have him. I will make sure that nothing happens to your cherished and visibly loved Pooh for as long as I live. Sleep well at night knowing that he is safe and will forever remain that way!!! Even though he can't be sewn back together...I will never ever let him go for he means just as much to me as he means to you in your heart!
I love you..my baby boy!
Here's Pooh after his last hoorah! Look close...or not so close and you'll understand why he can't survive anymore surgeries. :)
6 comments:
Awww... that is so sweet (and sad). I think it's sweet that he didn't care about bringing it to his friend's house. That takes guts :) I'm sorry his pooh tore.
Oh dear....what a sweet post...but I am cracking up at the same time....I'm sorry....oh what we do for our children! This is a classic! ;) I love it! ;)
Hope it's not too tramatic for your sweet boy! ;) In that sense it breaks my heart....poor baby.
Have a great week.
Hugs,
Steffie
Oh yea - Pooh looks like his days are numbered....
I know exactly how you feel. My oldest has her "Baby" - she will be 18 in Dec and he is still on her bed. No stuffing, the material is too thin to sew, so hopefully there will be no more tears in him. Hopefully the top half of Pooh will last forever.
OH MY goodness! How bittersweet to lay him to rest!! I feel the same way about growing up with my oldest..
That picure scares me. We stocked up on Landree's lovie so that we can switch it out and she never knows the difference :) Hopefully...sorry for your loss.
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