WHEN growing up, all children have their favourite soft toy or comforter.
And it can be really hard to let them go – even as adults.
For me it was my little ragdoll named Jemima who I carried around everywhere.
She would play out in the garden with me, come on walks and most importantly, snuggle up with me while I was sleeping.
I also had another teddy, who would take pride of place on my bed next to Jemima, which was given to me by my grandad.
And so the two of them were my best friends and I would hate to be parted from them.
In fact my dad still now repeatedly tells me, with far too much enthusiasm, how I used to cry when they were put in the washing machine and I watched them go round and round...
And then I would be upset because I thought they were in pain while being pegged on the washing line.
Oh what cruel parents I had. (Not really!)
So now, like Andy in Toy Story 3, I am apparently all grown-up and still have trouble completely letting them go. Jemima may have lots of her stitching gone and my teddy may be missing parts of his stuffing, but I still have them placed on top of my wardrobe.
It is an emotional attachment which is hard to break, and maybe it should never be broken because it reminds us grown-ups of such an important time in our lives.
So I watch my own children go through this emotional attachment.
My son has had a few favourites so far with his baby comforter and his Simba toy, but the one which appears to be sticking is his tiny little dog he decided to call Lou.
But he still adores all his soft toys and often buries himself in them or piles them on top of himself in his bed (which I then deconstruct while he sleeps).
And for my daughter it is her seahorse which for reasons I can’t explain she calls ‘Ta Ta’ and carries around constantly.
So who knows, in 20 or 30 years’ time, will Lou and Ta Ta be sitting on their wardrobes?
Pain of exercise
WHAT is it about exercise which makes you hate it while you are doing it – but then still want to do it all over again?
It is like an addiction which you know is good for you even if it leaves you feeling achy all over.
As a write this, my arms and legs feel like a ton of bricks after a class which had a few too many press-ups.
But will I go again next week? Well of course I will!