I know you all think it is Jim, right? No? Is it Aiden? you might ask. Well maybe but my first love was neither. It was Ernie! Yep as in the Ernie and Bert, Ernie. I carried this doll around by one arm for much of my childhood. Ernie required several reattachment surgeries of one of his arms as he was apparently not meant to be carried around by the arm for several years. Thank goodness my mother is an excellent doll surgeon.
I was having kind of a bad adoption day yesterday. You in the adoption world, probably know what I am talking about. You know the ones where you are all weepy and just want to hold your baby. It was a tough day. I got a medical report which really did not say much but I just wanted to be there for him. I know he has not always had the best of health (nothing serious) but who does not want to give their kids a cuddle when they are not feeling good. And knowing that he had his blood drawn and I was not there to wipe his tears made me fall into a crazy mess.
So today we went to the book store and I always end up in the children's section. Guess who was sitting on the shelf giving me that big ol’goofy grin? I could just hear his laugh, khe he he he he, who can spell Ernie’s laugh but you all know the one I am talking about. So Aiden now has his very own Ernie doll waiting for him. I hope he gets to meet his Ernie soon. He might hate him and that is OK too, but today it really made me feel better to think that soon I might get to share a little of my fond childhood memories with my little man.
I still have my Ernie somewhere I will have to dig him out and compare the two. The funny thing is that as we were walking through the store I found myself unconsciously carrying the doll by one arm. I guess I will never learn :)