Duck. A Love Story

This piece was originally published at Chicago Parent, where I am a contributor.
Recently I was asked to bring an old lovie of mine or my child’s to an event.
I wasn’t able to go to the event but it made me stop and think about said lovie.
I call it a lovie.
Some might call it a security blanket or a stuffy.
It’s all the same.
Something that you or your child has held onto since they or you were small.
A “thing” to make all the bad things in the world a little less bad.Meet Duck. 

We love you Duck Duck

Or Ducky.
Sometimes Duck Duck.

How a well-loved duck changed a little girl's life

Duck has been very well loved by my six year old daughter.
He…I found out he is a he just this year….was given to my then five month old baby by a former neighbor/friend.
She isn’t a former friend, just a former neighbor.
She lives near Indianapolis now.

 

The story of how a little duck changed our lives

Duck has slept with Ella every single night since that day.
2,192 days give or take a day.

Ella's duck

He has weathered stomach flu’s and strep throat.
Cribs and big girl beds.
Crying it out and passing out cold in the car on long car rides.

He has been to Tennessee and seen mountain ranges, slept in motels, gone to the pool, flown in several airplanes and a couple of trains.

He has been there for kindergarten heartbreak, going in Ellie’s back pack for the first month of school.
She was allowed to go get him and give him a hug when she was having a rough day.
He was home for her.

He is getting worn, a hole in his rear end from where Ellie holds him every night to help her get to sleep.
His fur is no longer bright yellow from lots and lots of rides in the washing machine.
His eyes not as bright as they used to be 2000 some days ago.

I wonder if the toy maker realized how much love this little animal would get while passing him down the assembly line.
I wonder if they realized how much that little piece of yellow cloth would mean to some little girl in Illinois.
I wonder if they knew that this little duck would be such a big part of a family.

I owe a lot to this little duck.
My side kick on the sometimes rough road of parenting.
Maybe I will put him in the gentle cycle this week.

2 thoughts on “Duck. A Love Story

  1. Sandra

    I think we all have a Duck Duck in our families. Ours is called Bluey Bear. He has a twin because I was deathly afraid of losing it. 😉 Sounds like you've not had to deal with accidentally losing/misplacing your Ducky? Oy. That's always fun.