At first she wasn’t too fussed by it, but we kept flinging it her way and eventually it stuck. In fact Monkey, as he is now imaginatively known, is toy number one. The ‘go to’ whinge soother, cuddle giver and secret sharer. He’s lived a right old life and travelled to wild exotic places – Denver, Vancouver, Birkenhead. He helped my daughter settle in at nursery, sat on her lap during vaccinations and nearly lost an arm during teething.
There was one point last year when we thought his star was waning, overtaken by the flashiness of a new Elsa doll. But then, one day, he was lost. A walk on the beach turned to hysterical crying. We were foolish to think Monkey had been replaced. Luckily, in a story that is now part of family folklore, this plucky young-ish mum (I like to big up my part for dramatic effect) set forth to find Monkey and scanned the horizon until he was found propped on a bench and I returned home to a hero’s welcome.
Since then, Monkey has not left the house except for holidays, where I am a nervous wreck until he is safely ensconced back where he belongs.
Every time we leave him we say goodbye and every time we get home he is met with a kiss. There is not a day that passes where I don’t panic that I don’t know where Monkey is because, actually, I think he means as much to me as he does to my daughter. He’s not just been with my daughter since day one but he’s been with me through it all too – the sleepless vommy nights, the frustrated tears, the fun.
So it seemed only right that bub should get his own version of Monkey – and who better to pick it than his big sister?
We’ve browsed a few comforter aisles but nothing has attracted attention until this weekend when there – nestled amongst the pink rabbits – was a blue stripy monkey. The Chosen One. Of course, bub could be completely uninterested in the piece of cloth with a monkey head sewn on to one corner.
But I hope not….
I hope Blue Monkey becomes the cornerstone of this new one’s life and mine with him and that, in 30 year’s time, they’ll both be discovered in the loft and we’ll laugh about the time Monkey got lost and Blue Monkey was bought in anticipation of the baby boy who was about to join our family.