Twenty-Nine Weeks, Five Days. Day 210 in the quest to meet our little miracle George, 72 days to go…
Yesterday as i sat in the cinema with my beautiful nephew and niece watching Toy Story 3 i bawled my eyes out.
Yes you heard correctly, i cried like a baby in a children s movie!
But you must understand, as i watched the movie and as i rubbed my belly, i was reminiscing on my childhood toys and all the joys they brought, the memories they hold and all the times i myself held onto them so tight just to get me through the evenings.
And as i sat there watching the story of Andy and his Woody, i was reminded especially of the one toy that still means the world to me – my woofie.
27 years on my woffie, a pound puppy that my mother gave to me when i was just a new born, still has a special spot in my heart that could never be taken away. This is the toy that comforted me in my crib, the toy that got me through the night when i thought the boogie man was under my bed, this is the toy that listened to my stories when no one else was around, and this special stuffed puppy was the one who was there to mop up my tears. My pound puppy, my woofie, he was the toy that was there when my mother was no longer around, he was there when my heart was broken a thousand times, he was even taken with me on the night before i married my husband, and as stupid as it seems, i already have a special spot chosen for him in my precious geroges room.
At 27 you would think i would have grown out of a toy, you would have thought that i should have given it away, or in its condition thrown it out, but i cant…. This silly toy is to precious to me.
And it was not just that, no as i watched the movie i also realised that soon i would be choosing a special toy for my precious miracle to love and hold onto, to cherish, to have through the hard times and the good times, a toy that would bring my child happiness just as i once had with my woofie, a toy that in 27 years time will hold just the same amount of sentimental value… And that too brought tears to my eyes.
It makes me wonder about others toys, about the toys that were there for your childhood, about the toys that still mean everything and more to you… Tell me, tell me about your toy story…
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten. Cesare Pavese
