Monday, March 22, 2010

Missing Bear: FOUND All is well with the world

Henry has a teddy bear that I got at a baby shower before he was even born. He has slept with this "lovey bear" that he named Green (surprise surprise it was wearing green) since he came out.This has been his constant companion. He has a bed for it that he made out of a shoe box. He “reads” to it, sings to it…you get the picture. This was not a dispensable part of our family…

About 2 months ago, in one of my weeks from Hell (which these days with three kids, two jobs, and school board are many) Henry asked me as we were getting out of the car if he could bring Green with him. Not wanting another battle that day I said “fine”

…For 2 months I have been racking my brain to try and remember where it was that I said this STUPID remark…

We checked Target, we checked book stores, friends houses, tore our house apart looking for this Green lovey bear.

Henry was in tears nightly, but it really came to a head this past week when sobbing one night he came downs stairs flailed himself across my lap threw his hand across his forehead in his best “woest me” pose and cried:

“He doesn’t know where I am, he is scared and lonely and I can’t find him mom…what and I going to do…he is scared…I AM THE WORST DADDY EVER!”

There are not many things that will break this girls heart folks, but this about did it.

I assured him that we would look more, to which I just got more sobbing and wailing. I have never seen him like this before…

I didn’t sleep much that night, thinking how sad I was, and racking my pea brain about where I could have possibly let him take it…

Saturday morning I went to work at the library. I usually work upstairs but was down in the children’s room this particular day… I looked across the room and in a cubby, staring back at me … was GREEN LOVEY BEAR.

The lights starting shining on him and I am pretty sure I heard the choir sing “Laaaaaaaa” as I looked at him. In my glee, then irritation I said:

“You have GOT to be freaking kidding me!”

This may seem like a momentous occasion…but mind you, I have been searching for this bear for 2 months, listening to my son berate himself for losing it, feeling guilty that I let him take it somewhere…and the whole flipping time it was in the library…

Folks, I WORK THERE EVERY WEEK….My SISTER is the DIRECTOR of the library….

Wouldn’t you think ONE of us would have seen the damn thing before I scarred my child for life about his parenting skills?

I guess I am just happy he is home, under lock and key, and may never leave this house again unless he is physically chained to my son…I am not taking any chances…


The moment of truth...Henry had a smile a mile wide!

1 comment:

The Rabid Outdoorsman said...

HAHA, my littlest has a blanket named simply "blue". Hell hath not furry if that small patch of cloth were to become misplaced. So, I feel your pain and hope to never suffer the permanent loss of "blue".