Letting Go....

Everyone has that "one" item they have had since birth or childhood that they are still attached too. Rather they want to admit it or not. Mine is a pillow named Squishy and I am still very attached to him. To this day I still sleep with him and take him on trips with me. I have even left Squishy behind and had him mailed to me so I would not be without. So needless to say my attachment to this pillow is beyond normal.
Ever since Haven was born my mom has told me that Haven would adopt Squishy. "Never" I would say. I was never going to give up Squishy and Haven would have to find her own item to become attached too. Well for the 3 1/2 years of Haven's life my plan was a success, until this week. I am pretty sure Haven knew about my attachment to Squishy and planned her attack. It all started with her using him to lay on while watching her shows. That I was ok with because I was usually doing something else at the time. Then I noticed Haven would have Squishy in the mornings when we woke up. I was puzzled but never thought twice about it. Finally Haven went in for the kill. She crawled in bed before me the other night and passed out of Squishy. I didn't have the heart to move her so I let it be.


She has slept with him every night since. I guess it is time to let go and pass Squishy down to the next person who will love him as I did, Haven!