My Love, My Love, My Love, My Love, My Love....
The boppy. Oh your beloved, the boppy. You love it. You love it more than anything. You find comfort in it. It's your thing when you run to bed, "My boppy, my boppy, my boppy" - like you want to sing a love song to it.
There was a post on February 6th titled "Bye Bye Boppys." Well, Daddy and Mommy made the mistake of giving one back to you. I don't even now if it was a mistake. You love your boppy and in all reality, you are still a youngster who finds comfort in his boppy. There is nothing wrong with this. You are not suppose to be a grown boy yet, you are still a baby in so many ways. Sweet ways. Here is the crazier part - the boppy you have been sucking on for the past 5 months is broken. The tip of it was cut of, so you are sucking half of it. I don't even know how you like it, but boy you do. It's like a drug. You grab it and get happy immediately.
So.... the other morning you woke up and you lost it. We used this as an excuse to finally kick this habit. It has to go sooner or later my love. So, Daddy and I explained to you that the boppy fairy had come and taken it away. Oh, you did not like this one bit. We looked everywhere for it. I said we would look more later. We looked and to no avail, boppy was no where. So, you have gone three nights without it now. This is the third night and you are still looking for it. You cried hard last night and I hated it. Tonight, you cried, but stopped and said "Mamma" every 20 minutes. You suddenly don't like your bed or your room. Again, I think the bed reminds you of your boppy. We told you to pick a special item to sleep with other than your boppy. You didn't want anything. However, I brought all your stuffed dinosaurs to you and that seemed to mask the boppy problem. However, you played with them for an hour! But, you stayed in your bed and finally fell asleep.
It has been heartbreaking to watch because you truly lost something that you loved. I know how much you loved that boppy. I think this is your first loss. I am so sad for my baby and I feel so terrible, but know this: it was for the best. The boppy fairy took it away because she knew it was time for you to move on. She knew that you were growing up. We all lose things we love Hudson and with every loss comes strength and wisdom. Love and loss are a part of life.
You are so precious Hudson. You asked me and Daddy many times, "Where does the boppy fairy live?" You are so smart and you asked us, "Why can't I see her?" You told us, "I don't like the boppy fairy. I don't like the boppy fairy coming into my room at night." You also, told us that you wanted a friend to sleep with or a brother or sister. Then you told Daddy, "But Mommy would have to babysit, so maybe I don't want one." Too much you are Hudson.
This has been a hard one my love. It pains Daddy and me to see you so sad about something. But know, this too shall pass and it will get better. Sometimes things seem gigantic and overwhelming when you are staring them in the face, but as time gos on, you look back and realize that it was all for the best and it was not as big as you thought it was.
Daddy and Mommy love you Hudson, so much, so so much!
*3 nights sanz boppy and still going! I am so proud if you. You can do it my love. You can do anything you put your mind to. xoxoxo
“It may serve as a comfort to us, in all our calamities and afflictions, that he that loses anything and gets wisdom by it is a gainer by the loss”
p.s. July 6, 2010: You woke up this morning and said, "I'm OK without my boppy now Mamma. I am OK. I don't need it anymore." It was so big boy. So grown up. So sweet and raw. I love you Hudson!
The broken boppy.
This is a little monkey you have had for awhile. Ella gave him to you and we named him Tico.
