Beloved

I've always been comforted by routine.  Even with an adventurous spirit, there is something very soothing and grounding about it's simplicity and predictability.  When I must have been about three years old, I can remember the daily rhythm of Sesame Street.  It came on after my nap.  I can still faintly remember that post-nap sleepy feeling and the reassurance of watching my favorite characters do their thing.  I also vaguely remember Mr. Rodgers and how soothing it was to watch him take off his jacket and street shoes and put on his cardigan and Keds (at least they looked like Keds to me).  So I try to incorporate a lot of routine into Buster's days and, honestly, this is probably as much for my comfort as it is for his.

Motley Crew

These guys are all a part of our daily rhythm.  These are the "people" in our neighborhood.  It occurred to me recently, that they are quite the mixed assortment.  They do all share one thing in common though, well, two things, actually:  1) They must all come from some French origin as they all greet Buster with a kiss on both cheeks;  2)  They all share his affection as evidenced by his gummy grinned response to their kisses.

Out of this motley crew, however, there remains a favorite.  A beloved who already has a slightly worn nose and often damp ear to prove it.  His name is Roy. Roy is the friend who is reached for when nothing else will do.  He is the buddy who is cuddled first thing in the morning and as the last thing before bed.  He accompanies us to the doctor's office and bravely stands by the tough stuff of life.  Like shots.

This mom's heart kind of wants the Roy stage to last for a long time.  Something about it feels warm and comforting.  Like groggy Sesame Street viewing after a long nap.

Roy the Beloved