My son has a stuffed animal named Tigey. Tigey was purchased during a trip to the Cincinnati Zoo when we lived in Lexington. We would take our then young toddler and preschooler to the zoo on so many weekends to take in all the animals and sights. It was a sweet time.
After our first trip to the zoo, we stopped at the gift shop. Usually a parental mistake, but my son settled on a baby tiger since he had loved watching the tigers that day. He was about eighteen months old at the time.
Fast forward ten years. My son is now eleven years old and Tigey still resides in his room, on his bed and sleeps with him most nights. He’s not embarrassed of this stuffed friend at all and travels with him, even now.
This weekend, he took Tigey with us on a weekend adventure. My husband and son were tossing the ragged stuffed tiger back and forth in our hotel room. I mentioned that Tigey had been a lot of places and seen a lot of things.
I remember having a pink blanket that I loved as a little girl. I think I eventually lost it at a local department store. I remember my mom going back to look for it and it was gone. My heart was crushed. Never was there another blanket as soft and comforting.
It’s funny the things we hold to for security and comfort. I’ve thought that my son may be too old for this type of thing but I’ll let him figure out the day that Tigey is ready to retire for good. Until then, “Bon Voyage, Tigey!”