|Lambie Lost - and found?|
I'm no prophet and I don't know nature's ways
So I'll try and see into your eyes right now
And stay right here 'cause these are the good old days
Just before going home I made a quick search out in cyberspace and read about transitional objects. So I wasn't disturbed after all! 60% of children in modern, middle-class America have stuffed animals or blankies to aid the transition in their moving apart from mother and overcoming loneliness. The object often becomes a stress reliever and a comfort at times of trouble. Some children carry these objects into adulthood. And there's nothing wrong with it!As I said before, I lost Lambie at three years of age or thereabouts and switched to my blankie that I gave up by the time I was twelve. They even say transitional objects help in becoming independent, especially emotionally.
Then I did get a little excited as it came time to catch the bus. It still was an odd excitement as electric charges in the brain were trying to link up after fifty years to jump start my emotional connection to Lambie.
On the bus, I tried to read a little of my book on Eisenhower (who just happened to be president when Lambie and I first met). I gave up and switched my iPod on random play, I heard Queen's "You're My Best Friend."
You know I'll never be lonely
You're my only one . . .
You're my best friend
Ooh, you make me live!
I knew more appropriate songs! I ran through my list and came up with Pete Townshend's "A Friend Is A Friend."
A pact can be made
A lifelong alliance
That won't be betrayed
You need a mate
When facing the end
But what is the fate
Now facing my friend
What faces my friend?
That song was even about a boy and his, uhm,"transitional object." And then, walking home from the bus, circling back to Carly Simon's "Anticipation" in an odd way, Cat Stevens.
I was a child
Who ran full of laughter
I was a child who lived for today
My eyes full of sunshine
My heart full of smiles
I was a child for a day
We're getting older as time goes by
A little older with everyday
We were the children of yesterday
UPDATE, Sunday, March 6, 2011
I decided not to be so selfish with Lambie and showed him to my two grandsons, letting them wind the music box, and hold him. I was gleefully pleased to see my almost three-year-old grandson crook Lambie under his arm as he held him by the ear. Must be instinctual or genetic. Of course, his grandma had to give him a cookie for his other hand.
UPDATE No. 2, March 7, 2011
I was talking with a friend who had read this story about Lambie and I said, "Isn't it just amazing that I could get him back after all those years!" She responded, "You do know it's not the same one, don't you?" I was a little befuddled because of course I know that. But you see, my inner child doesn't. And that's OK by me.