Why Sock Monkeys?

When Avery was here with us, I wanted to purchase him a sock monkey. But the only ones I could find at the local store were, in my opinion, too expensive. I just could not justify spending the money on something so frivolous, no matter how cute the item.

And then the unthinkable happened. Avery went to Heaven.

I was tortured with thoughts of regret, "I wish," and longing. Oh, how I wished I could buy him a sock monkey. I wished I could have seen his smile when he saw his new toy.

One day, shortly after Henry was born, I was hit with an amazing idea. I would buy two darling little sock monkeys, one for Henry, and one for Avery. I ordered one and waited impatiently for the package. When it arrived, I showed the little monkey to Henry and hugged the second, sending hugs up to Avery.

For me, the sock monkey is a reminder. A reminder to keep living, keep loving, keep moving forward, one step at a time. It is a reminder to not let things stop me, to not be afraid to bless others. In my case, it is also a reminder to not be so tight-fisted with money; if I am able to bless someone, I should.

My sock monkey likes to sit with me as I write. Sometimes I pause and pick him up, missing Avery. Someday soon I will get to hold him and tell him about his little monkey I bought him. I will tell him how he taught me to live. I will tell him I love him, and he will whisper, "I love you too, Mommy."


  1. So beautiful. You don't know me, but your story has inspired me to go hug my 14 month old son and cherish every little moment with him. I know I will gladly run to him when he wakes me up much too early tomorrow morning instead of wishing for more sleep. Thank you for that.

    1. Thank you so much. Yes, cherish time with your son! It is something you will never regret.