I recognize that some children have, even need, their "lovies"...a threadbare old blanket, a well loved bear--one kid I used to babysit when I was a teenager would carry around one of his mom's soft flannel nightgowns.
Dylan cherishes a Buzz Lightyear Pull-Up.
I only wish I were kidding.
He hasn't even worn a Pull-Up since he was three years old, but he has managed to hold on to this last remaining one for over a year. It periodically gets shoved to the back of his underwear drawer, only to surface, much to my chagrin, at the most unexpected times. He's been carrying it around, tattered and worn, for the past week, and when I try to discreetly "put it away", he protests, "But Mom, I love Buzz Lightyear!"
Today, though, I witnessed the most perfect example of totally selfless love:
Recognizing that Meghan needed a diaper change, I laid her down and asked Dylan if he would please be a big boy and bring me a diaper and wipes for his baby sister. I left the room for a second to get some Desitin and when I came back in, he had set his Buzz Lightyear Pull-Up beside her and said, "Here, Mom, I thought Meghan could use this because I know how much she loves Buzz Lightyear, too".
Tears stung my eyes as I answered, "Thanks, sweetie, but I think she's still just a little too small for Buzz yet...why don't you hold on to him for just a little while longer?"