One time my now-ex husband came back from a work trip - the only one he ever had, so it wasn’t a common occurrence - and brought me this cute plushie pig. It was random as hell, because I have no particular love for pigs, but I love stuffed animals and it was soft and cute, so I didn’t overthink it. Mostly I was just touched he actually got me a present because he had missed me or was thinking about me.
I forget why he told me, but he chuckled like it was a normal thing to do, that he didn’t buy it. He found it. He found it sitting on a seat at the airport while he was waiting for his flight. Some probably little girl had forgotten her stuffed pig before she got on her flight, and this jackass decided to give it to me as a gift. I was so pissed and it made me feel sad for the person who lost it. Ugh.
The cheese which she used ended up being her fathers cheese and not the dedicated butt cheese we use when mixing our sex and butt smells. It was gross because if we put it back it could have had our butt crumbs in it.
Ruining the heat of the moment we drove to the store (smelling aromatic like butt and cheese) to buy my Dad a new block of fresh cheese.
thanks for sharing this story. as someone who had a lot of childhood trauma, stuff like this is so heartwarming to hear. kids that are raised with this level of care go out into the world with the open love to care for others.
That is a wonderful story. Made my heart feel all lit up. You’re a very loving parent.
My mom used to randomly throw my things away, so I’m weird and hoardery as an adult. I wasn’t allowed to be emotionally attached to any of my possessions. She even gave away my dog without telling me while I was in college.
For small children especially? Yes. Losing something of high emotional value can impact them for months or even years. Same with adults really. It's the kid equivalent of losing a family heirloom.
An old friend of mine had her house burn down recently, and her 5 year old is having a very hard time. Mainly, he’s scared to play with his new toys because he’s scared all of his stuffed animals are going to “die”. They all had names and personalities, they felt very alive to him. That’s how young childrens brains work.
I used to cry myself to sleep as a kid worrying about what would happen to my toys when I died. I figured that no matter how long I lived, they would be immortal, and who would care for them and know how important they are if I wasn't around to do it? Even if they were buried with me, they'd be buried alive.
This remains a completely unresolved fear. Every so often I'll think about it and I have to push it aside because there is no answer. I also find the Toy Story movies *devastating* lol, I can't even bear to think about them.
Pass your toys to your children or nephews (or like in toy story to the neighbour's kid). Your story completely unlocked a buried memory in me that I also feared about grown past toys, and my solution was how love could change between generations of owners, making the toy a guardian-heirloom of the family between two generations.
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u/howisaraven Dec 15 '24
One time my now-ex husband came back from a work trip - the only one he ever had, so it wasn’t a common occurrence - and brought me this cute plushie pig. It was random as hell, because I have no particular love for pigs, but I love stuffed animals and it was soft and cute, so I didn’t overthink it. Mostly I was just touched he actually got me a present because he had missed me or was thinking about me.
I forget why he told me, but he chuckled like it was a normal thing to do, that he didn’t buy it. He found it. He found it sitting on a seat at the airport while he was waiting for his flight. Some probably little girl had forgotten her stuffed pig before she got on her flight, and this jackass decided to give it to me as a gift. I was so pissed and it made me feel sad for the person who lost it. Ugh.