The day we dropped the girl off at camp, I helped her unpack and made her bed and together we realized that she'd forgotten her stuffed bunny. She was noncommittal about it, I'll be okay, but the next day I brought the bunny into my office thinking I'd mail it. Then I had second thoughts and chose not to mail it, not wanting her to feel embarrassed at the receipt of a babyish object.
Camp was going swimmingly. We got chatty funny letters to Mom and Dad - one of which probably caused a postal employee to dig out the high intensity lamp because she wrote the address in orange ink on orange paper, but it arrived eventually.
She was signed up for two back-to-back sessions at the camp - and because there was to be a dog and pony show on the last day of the first session, Daddy and her grandparents were going to drive out for the day, visiting day, if you will. The night before that, I left my office, got to the subway stairs, thought about the bunny in my desk, and continued home.
At home, there was a letter. Note, please that it was addressed to Mommy and Daddy.
Mommy. I need booboobunny right now. I haven't needed him before now, but I really need him. I just miss him, you, and daddy. I miss my kitties too. And my hammies. Please send him now. Please. I need him.
Oh my heart.
I looked at my husband, and he looked at me, and so it came to pass that at 5:30 the next morning, we found ourselves driving into Manhattan to pick up Boo Boo Bunny so that Daddy could deliver him to camp.
10 comments:
Aww. Good on you.
Long ago, I had a similar story! Iissed my Baby Secret.
Ack. Right in the heart.
You are a most excellent mama
You are a most excellent mama
You are a most excellent mama
Some times you just need what you need. :) Good on her for claiming it. Good on you for doing what you needed to do.
This makes me so happy. Yay for Boo Boo Bunny!
Well done, Mom and Dad!
Oh my heart, too. Growing up can be so hard.
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