My mom made me a Raggedy Anne and Andy when I was a girl. I loved them both and they were in my room as a child and a teenager. They reminded me of my mothers love for me. The love of my mother and father and grandmother and grandfather.
When I was married at the tender age of 18 years old. They came with me. They were set aside as my life as a wife, mother and grandmother continued. I found myself as a divorced mom after almost 25 years of marriage.
With the move and craziness of a new life, my Anne was lost. I am not sure where or how.
As children have grown and left the roost and I was able to have and office of my own . Andy found his own special place in my office. I kept wondering if Anne would show up. But she hasn’t and I have often wondered where she was. I have felt bad that I didn’t take better care of her. My mom had put so much time into them both. My mom is in Heaven and I cherish the things the she hand stitched.
I was needing some “retail therapy” yesterday and I came across a Anne. She is very similar to the Anne that is lost. The same size and pattern. Sewn for a little girl who probably lost the Andy. When I picked her up, she felt just right. The perfect companion for my Andy.
Their close don’t match
There hair is different
They are perfect for each other.
Just as I have found my, “Andy”
Anne had found her new home.
Father’s come in many different forms. I am so grateful for my Father and his example he has set for me. He has unconditional love.
My husband is a Father, grandfather, step-father, uncle and step-grandfather. He had been a divorced father also for a time. Just as my “Andy” was.
I often say that “I am so glad and thankful that I , “this Anne,” kissed “Andy,” my Jim or we would probably still be dating! ”
We may not match
Our hair is different
Our children are different
But we found our “Home”