Monday, December 8, 2008
Feels like a good day for a Tigger
No special reason. Just seems like a good time for a Tigger. He was my son's favorite stuffed animal. My favorite memory of them together is of a time when my husband, Nick, Tigger and I were in Florida. We pulled up in front of our hotel, and several bell boys hopped over to help, which we needed, for once. They piled our luggage onto a cart. Then Nick stepped out, holding Tigger. All of the teenage bell boys smiled. One of them bent down and gently offered to let Tigger ride on top of the cart. When Nick looked nervous at that suggestion, the boy promised that he would be very careful and that he wouldn't let anything happen to Tigger. Trusting but still looking a little uneasy, Nick handed over his friend. The bellboy put Tigger on top, pushed the cart with one hand, and kept Tigger steady with the other. Nick relaxed and ran along beside them, looking happy and feeling cool for receiving special attention from a teenager. Behind them, Mom's heart felt all warm and fuzzy, like a certain happy stuffed tiger who rode high, like royalty.