I never saw the resemblance before. It never really clicked until last night. I went into the boys’ room to check on them before going to bed. Like most mothers, I lingered a while and watched them sleep. Deacon was clutching on to his puppy.
Now Deacon as a baby and toddler was never attached to anything. No binkie, no blankie, no special stuffed animal, although the boy did love his bottle. About a year and half ago he started to sleep with “puppy.” Now for the past couple of days I have been corrected a dozen times, “His name is now “Rocker” not puppy.” Maybe it’s the R in Rocker that made it all register in my head, made it click. I stood there and remembered Ralphie. Ralphie was a stuffed puppy too. Not my stuffed puppy, but my friend’s stuffed puppy. A friend I miss dearly. My stuffed mouse married Ralphie one summer day in the third grade. From what I remember from last seeing Ralphie over 20 years ago…he really looks like Rocker. Two-tone brown with those floppy ears. This tiny little resemblance and seeing Deacon hold his puppy in his sleep warmed my heart. It makes me feel like she’s still around. A little piece to hold on to at night.