When I was 6 years old, having been raised by my mother (who had me at 16) to that point, my mother called my father and told him she couldn’t take care of me any longer, and that she wanted to give him full custody. She was on her second husband, who had just left her and my 9 month old baby sister. My father agreed to this, however, he was too busy with work to care for me, so he had my paternal grandparents take care of me.
I was unaware of any of this until I got to my grandparents, and later that weekend (I went to visit them on weekends occasionally) my grandmother broke the news to me that I wouldn’t be going home! I was obviously devastated! I had gone with just an overnight bag. None of my toys were with me.
The first stuffed animal/toy that I received after this was this lion. Needless to say it was an extreme comfort to me and very special. I think my grandmother’s dear friend Mrs. Botzie got it for me at a garage sale! I loved that lion, even taking photos of it with my dog when I got a camera a few years later. Years later I let my own daughter play with my lion. When we moved out of state it was lost somehow. It still breaks my heart. At least I have a photo. Thanks for doing what you can!
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Searching for a toy – Originally posted [postdate format=”M j, Y”]