Mrs Butterfly...

Well,
If you know Jacqueline then you no doubt have heard of Mrs Butterfly. He lovey, her comfort, her I cant sleep, eat, go for a ride, be more than 10 feet away from butterfly. Mrs Butterfly is Polly velvet, teal blue, small, butterfly shaped pillow and very well loved. Shes been stitched, snuck through the laundry, rescued and yelled at. Shes been to Oklahoma, Disneyland, hundreds of trips to California and Nevada. Shes been camping all over the place. Healed boo boos, calmed a tearful girl and gave comfort when Adam was away. I can not count the number of times I have been up and down the halls yelling, "butterfly where are you?" and listening to her get a good scolding for being "lost" or "sleeping in the wrong place" . She is the only thing that calms Jacqueline down and makes her feel better when shes sad. She loves her beyond belief. This pillow was given to her when she was an infant. Given by my step sister who I believed purchased it at the dollar store. She sat in a toy chest until about three years ago when for what ever reason Jacqueline attached to her and the friendship was born.

Today, Mrs Butterfly has gone missing. We have searched high and low. Under every couch cushion, every chair, every closet, dresser, desk, blanket, laundry basket and every possible hiding place she could have hidden in. We thought she may have hitched hiked to California in papas suitcases, but alas no, she was not their either.

Amid the tears of child who feels like her world has come crashing down, I had no words to give her. Nothing that would matter, nothing that would take away the tears of her friend who is lost. Those tears usually go away with one hug from Mrs Butterfly. The only thing she could say was "I'm going to miss her!" and " I cant sleep by myself" When I asked her what she wanted to do, she just said, "I don't know ..."

I spent three hours scouring the Internet for this butterfly in hopes of finding one and getting it expressed. But no not even in the land of the Internet where you can buy anything on the planet... no Mrs Butterfly... Is there anything more heartbreaking for a mom then to sit there and listen to your baby cry over a lost lovey and there is nothing you give her or tell or that would make it better.
Sometimes I feel like there is nothing more heartbreaking than being mom with no answers!