Upon reading a heartwarming tale about a young boy who lost his cherished stuffed tiger, Hobbes, while traveling, I was reminded of my daughter, Lily, and her unwavering attachment to her plush companion, a security blanket named Snuggles.
Snuggles is neither a bear nor a blanket; she is a unique creation—a tattered, off-white square of fabric with a stuffed animal head attached at one corner. Small enough to hold tightly, many parents refer to these comforting toys as “lovies.” Lily named hers Snuggles as soon as she could speak, and she’s been inseparable from it since birth. Now almost 8, my daughter still clings to Snuggles every night.
I must confess, I often grow frustrated with Snuggles. The little blanket has a knack for vanishing at the most inconvenient times. Over the years, our household has endured numerous frantic searches just before bedtime when Snuggles goes AWOL. The whole family jumps into action as Lily, tears streaming down her face, desperately searches for her beloved friend.
“Is she stuck in the couch?” I bark like a drill sergeant, directing everyone to help in the hunt. “Could she be in the attic? Maybe she’s hiding among the books?” I even ask if anyone has checked behind the television or in the cereal cupboard.
Where on earth could Snuggles be?!
When babysitters come over, especially newcomers, I educate them on the critical nature of this well-loved fabric. If we want a peaceful evening, Snuggles must be treated with the utmost care, like a witness in a high-stakes trial. Losing her is simply not an option!
As Lily has matured, she hasn’t lost her affection for Snuggles. However, she has grown conscious of how “childish” it may appear in front of her friends. Reluctantly, she now agrees to leave Snuggles on her pillow in her room, which has significantly reduced our anxiety level since we can now generally limit our search to her modestly sized bedroom. But Snuggles has a way of bending the rules; we often find her lounging on the window seat or sprawled out on the floor.
Just before the new rule took effect, Snuggles managed one last grand escape during a family trip. Much like little Owen Lake from Tampa, who misplaced his favorite toy at an airport, our drama unfolded while we were on the road.
At the time, we were living in Los Angeles and decided to drive up to San Francisco for the kids’ spring break. We treated ourselves to a stay at the elegant Fairmont Hotel perched on Nob Hill.
On our first morning, we woke up excited to explore the city. Like many hotel guests, we left the beds unmade. Snuggles, whom Lily insisted on bringing, was left somewhere amid the rumpled sheets—or were they the damp towels on the bathroom floor? When we returned later that day, our room was pristine, and Snuggles was nowhere to be found.
We scoured every inch of the room. Panic set in. Lily began to hyperventilate. I quickly called the concierge, who suggested I reach out to the laundry department. When I did, the news was grim. “We process thousands of pounds of linens weekly. If Snuggles was mistakenly taken with the laundry, the chances of finding one small blanket are slim,” they informed me, and I felt a wave of despair.
Lily was heartbroken. To her credit, she tried to enjoy the rest of our trip as we sailed around Alcatraz, watched sea lions at Pier 39, and snapped photos at the Golden Gate Bridge. But each night, she quietly cried into her empty pillow, trying to hold back her sorrow. A few days later, we loaded up the minivan and returned home, Snuggles nowhere in sight.
Back home, Lily was utterly dejected—until a week later, the phone rang.
“Great news!” the concierge exclaimed, sharing in my relief. “The staff felt awful about Snuggles. They made a concerted effort to find her and just did! She was indeed with the laundry!”
I was amazed by the commitment of those hotel employees, who must have gone to great lengths to retrieve Lily’s beloved blanket from the depths of countless sheets.
“Please let Lily know we’re sending Snuggles on a little adventure,” the concierge continued. “She’s flying FedEx and should arrive at your home tomorrow morning. Though she’s had quite a scare, she’ll be back soon!”
When Lily heard this, her joy was palpable—like a combination of Christmas and her birthday rolled into one. She squealed and danced around the room. I had never seen her so ecstatic.
The next day, when the delivery arrived, we opened the box to find Snuggles smiling back at us. Tears streamed down Lily’s face as she embraced her best friend, vowing never to let her go again.
Of course, just a few hours later, as bedtime approached, I heard her calling from upstairs, “Snuggles? Snuggles? Oh no! Where did that blanket go?”
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