10 January 2012
I love all of my stuffed animals. They've been there watching over me when I sleep so that the boogie man doesn't get me, they have been there when I have my friends over and we stay up all night and talk about things and laugh, and they've been there for every tear I've shed quietly by myself. I can only imagine how much they would have to say if they were able to speak.

I always used to watch Winnie the Pooh and think that my stuffed animals were like that...running off to go on adventures while I was away. Then I felt bad for those stuffed animals that were trapped in a glass box, under reign of "the claw." I would wonder how many different thoughts they had...hoping to be set free by some cute little kid, excited to take them home to their community of toys. Maybe I seem like I'm crazy, but I think that we've all thought these same things at one point or another in our lifetimes. It's not something to be ashamed of.
I think that too many people today don't care enough about what other people have to say to them, and then there are others that care too much. Granted, people work in mysterious ways...but wouldn't it be nice if we could speak our minds and not be judged? Not have to lose people along the way in our lives because they don't like us? That would be nice...But maybe there's a reason that we personify things such as stuffed animals. We all want to believe that there will always be something or someone outside of our family that will always be there to listen, smile, and accept us for who we are every single day. Someone there that will never leave us...but will always be there for a good "heart-to-heart" talk and a fluffy hug at the end of a long and difficult day.