My Grown-up Lovey

My son has absolutely no loyalty when it comes to his loveys. As a Louisiana transplant, I was unfamiliar as to what a lovey even was. I suppose the proper definition of the word is a toy or item that a child or person hauls around/snuggles with for security or comfort reasons. As I stated previously, in my son’s six years he does not a have a favorite. However, when he does choose a particular item, he decides to sneak it under the covers during bedtime. 

Don’t worry. I removed it after I took the picture.

His loveys have ranged from lunch boxes to Pokémon cards to random articles of clothing to the classic stuffed animal. I really only draw the line at things he can roll over on while sleeping and hurt himself because otherwise a) it’s pretty funny and makes for a ridiculous picture and b) I am also guilty of having a lovey, only mine is a bit more consistent.

My personal favorite. A shirt he received for hitting his reading goal in kindergarten.

For the past seven years I have had my own “security blanket” if you will.  

It’s television’s The Office. But wait? You can’t cuddle a television show! Let me explain.

In 2009 about two weeks after going through my pregnancy loss, I felt very lost and was teetering on the edge of depression. I started watching this program with a woman getting married at five months pregnant like I had less than a month prior. In fact, I had even tried on the exact same dress but vetoed it due to my upper arms. This should have a been a trigger for me to lose it, but instead I laughed! 

If I had a rough day at work, was crying because of my divorce, or read some bad news before bed, The Office was my go to. And now, if I’m doing laundry or straightening my hair, I’m watching The Office. Also, it’s less work than having to give my undivided attention to any new show. 

My son and I do have similar complaints when it comes to our respective loveys.

Mine: “That can’t possibly be comfortable; you’re going to get too hot in that robe, hat, etc.” 

His ::while hearing the theme song:: “Mom, you’re watching the ‘work show’ again? Please watch something else.”

Maybe one day we’ll both grow out of it. Until then, I’ll just put off explaining, “That’s what she said.”

What’s your grown-up lovey?  

, , ,

One Response to My Grown-up Lovey

  1. Linda February 28, 2017 at 10:03 pm #

    Nice article … keep it up

Leave a Reply