Sad Lonely Glad
My 16 year old daughter Jessica came home with a school assignment for her parents to write about a memory of her when she was younger. Brenda wrote the following and I cried when I read it. Sad and lonely about years we cannot have back. Glad about the woman my daughter Jessica is becoming. Brenda gave me permission to share it here.
When Jessica was real young, I found a cute little stuffed animal at a garage sale. It was a little white kitty with a pink nose, a pink ribbon, and some pink thread that formed a little mouth. I had never seen anything like it before. She was not new, but still had plenty of life in her. The most special thing about her was that when you moved her slightly or hugged her close, you could hear a little purr. I bought it for a dime and gave it to Jessica.
Jessica LOVED this little kitty and they were never far apart. Some 2 year olds suck their thumbs or drag around a blankie, but Jessica had her little white kitty that she affectionately named, Tickles. You always knew when Jessica was coming, because you could hear the little purring that was coming with her.
My early mornings were met not with the sounds of a pitter-patter of small feet, for Jessica would approach so very quietly, but the sound of a soft purring as together, Jessica and Tickles, would climb up into bed to cuddle before the day began.
It was not long before Tickles began to show the ware of being loved well, similar to the Velveteen Rabbit. So I was elated when, while I was shopping at Target, I spotted a "new Tickles". I couldn't believe my eyes . . . it was her, but with a full, clean body of fur and a loud, strong purr when she was tousled. Jessica's 3rd birthday was fast approaching so I bought the brand new kitty.
Her birthday arrived and I gave my gift last. Jessica was very surprised with the gift and in her sensitive and sweet way thanked me with a hug. As a few days passed, it became very clear that Jessica was not enamored or impressed with the full, clean body of fur and the loud, strong purr of the new white kitty. She loved Tickles and no new kitty was going to replace her.
Love is love.
Many years have passed since that time. Tickles is so fragile now, looking so thin and frail and spends her time in a safe place. Jessica enters a room alone now, but really not alone. Her heart is tender and has great capacity for loving and being loved. She is still not enamored or impressed by the outside trappings of others, but accepts and loves people the way they are.
Love is love.