â€œElle is my friend,â€ is a common refrain heard around of my house.
Elle is an elephant â€“ well, a stuffed elephant atop a soft grey baby blanket. She also goes by the name â€œShaking Elleâ€ due to the embedded rattle in her head. Basically sheâ€™s a newborn comfort blanket in animal form.
A well-loved lovey.
She is a crucial player in our bedtime (sanity) routine. As such, I try to treat her as the important member of our family she is.
Today we discovered a hole just below the neck stitching. Her left arm had separated and was almost completely detached. Emergency surgery was imminent, crisis management on the horizon.
Search: Mommy, Elleâ€™s broken. She has a hole in her side. I need her fixed.
Me: Let me see, honey. Oh wow. Yes, yes she does.
Search: You save her, Mommy! You fix her!
Me: Iâ€™ll make her all better as soon as we get home, sweetie. Give her to me and Iâ€™ll stitch her up. Then are you going to take care of her?
Search: No, you fix her.
Me: Of course I will. But then you can make her feel better when she recovers from her boo-boos.
Search: Like Cooper? He has a very big owie. So we have to be nice to him, cuz otherwise it will hurt him.
Me: Exactly! Just like Cooper â€“ the doctor made him better when he was sick, and then we have to make him feel better at home.
Search: And Daddy had an owie we had to be nice to, too.
Me: Yes he did.
Search: They had to go to the doctor. Then the doctor took out the bad stuff and put in a zipper to make it better.
Me: Thatâ€™s right, sweetie. Almostâ€¦ So Iâ€™ll sew her up and then you can help her feel better.
Search: Hey Mommy?
Me: Yes love?
Search: Elleâ€™s not real.
Well thenâ€¦I just got schooled by my 4-year-old.
Iâ€™m sure heâ€™ll relish his victory while snuggling with his newly repaired lovey. She is his friend, after all. Even if sheâ€™s not real.