When Maya was 6 weeks old, our friends, Melissa Dietz and Nancy Reese, gave her a little stuffed elephant at her shower. Since then, Elephant has evolved into this important and necessary friend for Maya. Oh, and his name is Elephant. We have other animals with other names; the raccoon is Scratch, the mouse is Squeaky, the rabbit is Hoppy, and the pink Elephant (that belongs to Brin) is Winks. But Maya’s elephant is Elephant. And you would be silly to ask her otherwise.
Anyway, horror of all horrors has happened. We LOST Elephant! Well, more specifically, Maya lost Elephant, but that includes us all.
Chris and I have torn apart our house and cannot figure out where Maya stashed him. I never thought we would be parents that had a kid who was attached to something so much. And in fact, we MAY have to pull out a spare, but you know she will know and you know she won’t love it as much especially since the Real Elephant is all lumpy and in need of a good wash. We caught ourselves becoming angry at Maya realizing later that she is only 2 and losing him is mostly her fault, but she IS only 2.
I don’t think I have prayed so hard about a stuffed animal since I was 10 and lost my stuffed deer at a hotel (which by the way, Litchfield was rescued miraculously).
So if anyone has any good ideas, please let us know.