Help, I lost my daughter’s duvet!

La Daronne is the queen of not-so-stupid advice covered in a large dose of more or less subtle humor. Here she is back to rescue a reader!

The question for Daronne

Dear Daronne,
Since she was born, my five-year-old daughter hasn’t left her stuffed animal, Bubu, a stuffed dog. She takes him everywhere, she can’t sleep without her, it really is HER stuffed animal of hers. She finally she was. Last week, on my way home from school, I forgot her satchel in the bicycle basket. In the evening my daughter claimed Bubu, but someone had stolen her backpack. My daughter is inconsolable and I am terribly angry.

Cries every night, begs me to find her Bubu and of course he reproaches me bitterly for being the cause of his misfortune.

I’m helpless dear Daronne, what can I do?

Lolla

Daronne’s answer

My little Petunia,

This is probably the saddest mail I have ever received. I, if I had to part with my stuffed animal, I swear I wouldn’t be smart, so a chip like this… No, I’m not trying to make you feel guilty, for a very simple reason: it’s that this kind of thing happens to everyone and it doesn’t there is no way around it.

Even if we give everything we have to never fail, we always end up screwing up one day. He is not a parent who never disappoints his child unintentionally and who does not scourge himself for it until the end of his days. As you will have understood, the situation is difficult for everyone and we are not interested in knowing who is responsible for this loss (especially since some parents would point out that at five years old your little one is perfectly capable of thinking about his own business). You just have to find a way to overcome it.

#Missing #Wanted #Reward #Bubu

You know what I think? I think social media, I think the Christmas TV movie, I think emotional reunion, I think the final close-up of the little dog rushing at his owner, or someone lunging at his owner… I think #: #bubu # missbubu #JesuisBubu.

We have the advantage of living in an age where people like to be involved in this kind of heartwarming action. Post small posters with Bubu’s photo all over the neighborhood, promising a reward to whoever finds it. Find an influencer on Instagram, rally them to your cause, spread the information, in short, mobilize to find Bubu.

And when you’ve found it, share your beautiful story to move networks and get inspired by it to create an ad platform to bring together lost comforters and their #momtrepreneur owners.

Respect your daughter’s pain and help her feel better

Your letter suggests to me that you have not yet reached your tipping point in being fed up. However, I must warn you that after two weeks without sleep, you will be so tired of hearing about Bubu, that even if he does come back, you will want to burn him with a blowtorch. However, you should continue to show unwavering compassion until your daughter has moved on. Consider that your sentence for losing the blanket.

Courage, you’ll get there, especially if you put in a little of yours: ask him, for example, what you can do to help him get better. Ok, he’ll tell you to find his stuffed animal. Try again, even at the cost of suggesting ideas: does she need to share his emotions? Do you want us to talk about something else instead so as not to think about it? Would soft music help him fall asleep? Does he want you to entrust her with an item you care about to accompany her through the night, such as a scarf, or a bracelet? Look together for small tips to sweeten the drowsiness deeply marked by the loss of Bubu.

Losing your cuddly toy, a stage as painful as it is educational

I don’t know what you think about the fact that nothing happens by chance and that what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. I, I think it’s a big mess. Chance is precisely what determines our existence. No, the loss of this comforter is not a sign sent from the universe to teach I do not know what to your daughter, it’s just the rotten match between an open basket and an opportunistic thug.

These daily drafts are as random as they are frequent. The first big sorrows are also an opportunity to learn to express your pain and to discover the steps that lead to healing a small broken heart. Of course it would have been better if your daughter hadn’t lost her stuffed animal, but now that we’re at it, so damn it, we might as well learn from it.

It’s time to say goodbye to Bubu

It’s been weeks and you still haven’t found Bubu. The pain is less intense, but resignation is still mixed with some pain. This could be the time to formalize the departure of the soft toy, and to say goodbye in good and due form. He organizes a small ceremony (joyeuse la ceremonies) to honor Bubu’s memory, remember the moments spent together and wish him happiness in his new adventures.

Gardening, drawings, poems, I leave it up to you to decide how the party unfolds, even if obviously it must end with an outdoor dinner, consisting of french fries and scoops of ice cream. This goodbye technique is not scientifically validated. However, it has been recommended to me by many Daronnes who, like you, and like me in my day, have had to deal with painful doudou losses and other excruciating tototes stops.

I know times are hard and the horizon is uncertain, but don’t worry, your daughter will accept Bubu’s departure one day, and who knows, maybe she’ll even set her sights on a new stuffed animal,

I leave you, I have to take mine out of the washing machine if I want it to be dry for tonight.

cookies,

Your Daronne