meow meow...



Woody: "Look Jessie, I know you hate me for leaving,

but I have to go back.

I'm still Andy's toy.

Well, if you knew him,

you'd understand. See, Andy's..."

Jessie: "Let me guess.

Andy's a real special kid, and to him,

 you're his buddy,

his best friend,

and when Andy plays with you it's like...

even though you're not moving,

you feel like you're alive,

 because that's how he sees you." ~ Toy Story 2

          
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Every time I hear those lines from Toy Story 2, they remind me of my kids and their special toys. Each of my three kids have had (or still do have) their special stuffed toy lovey. But, as they are getting older, their once most-important-thing-in-this-world is not-so-much that, anymore....well except for Meow Meow, that is!


Meow Meow....where do I even start with you?!

 I was walking past the stairway this morning and found my youngest daughters "lovey" perched between the stair rails. Just sitting there; almost like she was just waiting for her mama to come back home from school.  Meow Meow has been a part of my daughters life from almost the time she was born. Almost! Rumor has it that she used to belong to oldest daughter, once upon a time, and was snatched up by youngest daughter! Now, I don't recall this, nor does it really matter at this point in time. All I know is that she has become a constant part of this family and I don't see that changing anytime in the near future.

I can fondly remember my own special lovey, from when I was a girl. I had a Holly Hobby doll that lived, breathed, cried, and slept with me....always! This doll had originally came with beautiful yellow yarn hair and a floral outfit, with matching bonnet.

I can also fondly remember one of our family dogs using Holly as a chew toy from time to time! Her pretty fabric face had been chewed on and her yellow yarn hair completely digested. Towards the end of Holly's life, her pint-sized body (arms and legs -with torso in between) were the only original parts that survived the canine torture days. Her dress and bonnet were a thing of the past- along with her brown tear-soiled face. It was sad, really, looking back now. I have no idea what Holly's final demise was. She is no longer with me: I have no idea how my Mom put her out of her misery. She was loved, though. Loved as much as any little girl could possibly love a piece of stuffed fabric, that somehow came magically alive in my imagination.

So, back to Meow Meow.

I have no idea how long "the magic" of a little girls imagination will continue.. (well, according to my daughter, Meow Meow will be real forever!) And, you know what; why shouldn't she be?  These are the things that true innocence are made of. The love she gives that toy is real! And, whatever comfort she receives back is priceless...