Thursday, April 2, 2009

I Worry about them...you know?

There are lots of interesting, real problems going on at our house: Spudly is trying out defiance and giving us a glimpse of teen tudes. Sparkle does not use verbs in most of her sentences. T-Rex--wow! My heart breaks over the things she has endured, the things she still endures. I'm going to need to get some help myself about that one. Seriously, how does a mum deal with the fact that her baby was hurt by other people? A mum should protect her baby--even if she was half way around the world in an orphanage. Rips...my...heart...out. And then there's Stinkerbell who has more health issues by the day, practically: cleft lip, cleft palate, Stroke before birth (probably although not everyone agrees), neurological damage, partial facial paralysis, a severe communication disorder, hearing impairment, an unrepaired hernia and now asthma. My hair is turning greyer and I have lots to worry about at night.

In light of all that, I choose to worry about other--well--more mundane things. For instance, when you make a softie for a swap, gift or a toy drop, do you worry about if it will be okay? Do you hope it finds a good home where it is loved and cared for? Do you worry that some thoughtless lout will let a pet play with it? I do. Seriously. Well, not as seriously as I worry about all the stuff in the first paragraph but I do worry.

Wouldn't you worry about sending these guys out into the world without protection, without knowing where they will live?

They never write. I never hear from them. I don't know if they are healthy, happy, wiseguys...nothing...and that weighs on a softie maker's heart, you know? So I'm asking you today--something simple. First, treat your softies well. Second, let the person who gave them to you know, 'kay? Okay.

3 comments:

Chantelle said...

Well, as proud owner of one of your softies... I can say that my cats have completely enjoyed nibbling on it's fuzzy little nose and they, collectively, wish me to THANK YOU for their favorite toy. ;-D

Recovering Noah said...

I, too, am an owner of one of your softies. Unfortunately, it was meant to be returned to you about, oh, 18 months ago???? Your softie is safe and sound in the Procrastination Household. It has a nice little life living on a little girl's shelf and is deeply admired and loved, but often wonders when it will return home...

TracyC said...

You two are hysterical. As long as they are happy I am happy.