I was reading True Mom Confessions the other day and one was submitted about always making sure that the stuffed animals were comfortable when she made her kids’ beds every day. And I TOTALLY FELT HER ON THAT ONE.
I have a .. slight .. issue. I believe that all things have a soul.
I KNOW. I know it sounds crazy. Mock me if you must. But seriously.. this is a big problem with me. I have been this way as long as I can remember, back to when I would take turns having favorite stuffed animals because I didn’t want any of them to feel slighted. Back to when, in first grade, a friend let me borrow a poodle-shaped eraser and I treated it like a minature dog for a week, until my mother made me give it back. Back to when, in third grade, I was obsessed with a McDonalds give-away Christmas Fozzie Bear and would not go anywhere without him. If you want to give me a guilt trip, hold up a stuffed animal and make him talk. Seriously, Bryan did this last night with a Curious George plush and I thought I was going to come-apart. Of course, then Bryan did his BiCurious George take and sullied the good name of all monkeys everywhere.
I get upset if you throw DOMO. He has feelings, you know.
The big bear that Keboobalah bought on the day of Binja’s birth? I feel the need to play with him, since he sits there, just watching that kid play with toys that just DON’T APPRECIATE IT.
I blame two things:
- The Velveteen Rabbit - I cannot read this without sobbing. I have a first edition of this book .. somewhere, anyway .. and it still haunts me to this day.
- When I was four, I was in preschool and we were playing with play-doh. I punched mine, and the teacher admonished me with, “Don’t hurt the play-dohs feelings, Sarah.” OH, SHIT, I thought. I NEVER REALIZED.
I worry about passing this INCREDIBLY STUPID and yet ENTIRELY CONTROLLING affliction on to my son, but at the same time.. on the off-chance that his toys came to life at night, wouldn’t you want YOUR kid to be on their good side?
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And I’m so glad I’m not alone! I rotated all my stuffed animals so no one’s “feelings” got hurt.
I still have a few prized stuffed animals stuck in my dresser drawer and when I open that drawer, I find myself talking to them. Please don’t tell anyone….I’m afraid of mental institutions.
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I’m really surprised someone told you not to punch the play -dough in pre-k. That was the 80’s, and self expression, and letting kids work through stuff was the big new thing. She probably just didn’t want you to make a mess.
I am the same way about stuffed animals. When I was little I used to get extremely sad when my mom wouldn’t let me get one, because I was leaving it all by itself, and It would be lonely. Haha.
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Um, yeah . . . I’m totally the same way (only maybe not to the same extent) and I blame it on Disney and other cartoons that made EVERYTHING animated. I have to take all my hotwheels out of the blister packs – I mean really I don’t want them to spend their lives in plastic and become mean & bitter like the Prospector.
True Mom Confessions is the BEST.
All of my stuffed animals & Barbies had feelings as well. =)
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