She felt motherhood slipping away, like an ice cap, slowly melting over time, and then suddenly breaking apart, drifting further and further…
Alone, at a children’s book museum, she released silent tears, as she read Knuffle Bunny Free to herself.
She had read the first in this series: Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Tale to her youngest when he was just a boy. Then there was Knuffle Bunny Too: A Case of Mistaken Identity ; and finally: Knuffle Bunny Free: An Unexpected Diversion–where the beloved Knuffle Bunny is lost yet again, and not grieved so much, as released.
Just this week her youngest son found his own lovey–a penguin–lost amidst the covers of his bed. He guessed he had been there for weeks. Without noticing. Without crying for help. Without the imperative of finding his Pengie.
Her older son was off to college and his kitty, Slimmy, once a treasured companion, now sat on a bookshelf, beside cologne and cds, in a vacant room.
Her own puppy, Mine, was similarly stowed, without the daily attention its weathered body received all those years ago.
And then she wondered, what becomes of Beloveds like these, when WE ourselves are gone?
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How did I get through parenthood having never read Knuffle Bunny? I’ll have to look it up for Hayden. Beautiful piece here, Kelly.
It didn’t come out until 2005 🙂