Candy Butt and Maddux have been best friends for years now. Sadly, I can’t tell you when this began. I can’t even tell you who brought Candy Butt into our lives. I wish I would have known how important this little bean bottom filled dog would become. I might have paid attention more in the beginning. Candy Butt’s name is based on his physical features. His bottom is filled with beans. However, Maddux has always thought those beans were candy. Hence the name Candy Butt.
Maddux and Candy Butt are inseparable. And I am sure if I decided to google it… there would be countless articles on why I should not allow my son to be so attached to an inanimate object. But I don’t. And I wouldn’t.
I completely whole heartedly accept Candy Butt and all he represents into our lives. She (Yes, Candy Butt is a she) eats dinner with us, she watches movies with us, She snuggles Hudson when he is upset, She plays board games, She reads books with us, she even takes a turn during “I spy” on long road trips. Her and Maddux have a secret language. Maddux tells her secrets and gives her multiple birthday parties within the same year. She snuggles up with him every single night… and is the first thing he looks for when he comes home from school.
Candy Butt is Maddux’s best friend and I support the attachment he has to her. She makes him feel safe and brave… and she is there for him at sleepovers when he is scared and missing us… she is there for him when he sick and not feeling well…. she was there for him helping him be brave during his stitches. In his mind, she protects him and I love that.
She is his security blanket and I have no intention of ever making him give her up. In fact, part of me dreads the day this happens. Every week that Candy Butt has to make it through the wash I say a quick prayer… please let her survive. Because what would we do without her? She is part of our family.
I know that one day… he will not run home from school and grab Candy Butt to have her listen while he tells all of us about his day. I know that one day she will no longer have a seat at the dinner table. I know that one day she will be left behind on a sleepover.
For me she represents his innocence. I know that one day he will outgrow her… and I know when I look at her… I will see a little boy who clung to her while getting his first stitches…. I will see a little boy passed out on the couch from a long day at the pool with her peeking out under his arm….. I will see a little boy who picks her up and says I missed you all day at school…. And he squeezes her tight.
When I look at her…. I will remember this age. This innocent… sweet…. Age.
I realize that when he outgrows her. I will tuck her away into a box… and keep her. I know that for me… she holds countless memories…. Memories he will someday forget. But for me…. She will always represent his innocence.