Pinky

[miladycarol]

I was inspired to ask a question by a friend’s LJ confession. Actually, it wasn’t really a confession as much as a statement of a very human quality that that person thought was odd and a little embarrassed by. My personal opinion is that we all have those idiosyncrasies and prejudices in varying degrees and they make us human. It’s who we are. We all need comfort and it’s easy to hitch that comfort onto soft, cuddly items from our childhood or beyond. Welcome to humanity.

I shared my story about Pillow with this person and hinted at my story about Pinky. I think I’ll share my Pinky story now.

Pinky was a pink and white plush squirrel, about 8 inches tall or so. Pinky was given to me when I was very young… I don’t even remember when. It seems like there was always a picture of me with Pinky. As you may imagine, Pinky was a well loved toy.

I was born with a disease that grew worse over time. Around my fifth birthday, I needed an operation to do something about it. Pinky came with me to the hospital and they allowed me to keep him in bed with me (Yes, Pinky has always somehow been male. Having the name Pinky only increased his character, I’m sure). When it came time for my operation, I insisted on bringing Pinky in the operating room with me. Of course, this wasn’t possible, but a wise person apparently told me I could, administered the anesthesia with Pinky securely in my arms, put Pinky in a safe place, then replaced him in my arms before I woke in the recovery room.

I have always kept Pinky close to me. Pinky has no plush left, has many Frankenstein-like stitches holding him together and isn’t able to sit on his own. I’m afraid to wash him because he may fall apart completely. Pinky is also far too small for me to cuddle in bed these days. I have other things for that. So, Pinky sits in my Library on a bookshelf strictly for memorabilia. He watches over me every day and is sitting there across from me right now. I am greatly comforted knowing that Pinky exists and I draw regularly from the great amount of love I invested into this toy. I know if I lost everything tomorrow, Pinky wouldn’t be the first thing that I complained about losing, but when the realization hit, Pinky would be among those few really sentimental things that I mourned forever because I could never replace. I’ve had Pinky forever. I’ve carefully packed him in his own little box every time I’ve moved. And I still give Pinky a cuddle every time I clean that shelf. Welcome to my humanity.

Comments

[indiecowboy.livejournal.com]

I may swing by and get Theodore before tea...maybe Pinky and Theo can have tea with us?

[miladycarol.livejournal.com]

It's a date!

[wyliekat.livejournal.com]

I think that's lovely.

i see nothing wrong there

[davesc4545.livejournal.com]

i honestly see nothing wrong there with that i belive at 1 time i had an item well ok a bear head stuffed toy thing that i allway had near by and about 3 years back my younest necise got it for a present she was told that it was passed down because she was the youngest of all the family and that when she feel it is time to pass it to the next genration that is allright.i still find my self thinking about it that bear head .we know it went in good hands but still enjoy the memorys of it .ok i am not saying to give yours up just saying that everyone has that 1 item to allways make them feel great...

[kireishojo.livejournal.com]

as for me... i carefully made and quilted on a new cover for the baby-blanket my mother made for me. i use it as a pillow topper so i almost always sleep with my baby-blanket in snugglable range