I have a stuffed bear who has been in my possession since I was, well. I have no idea. I've a terrible memory for these things, but no doubt my sister could tell you the day I got her. Anyway, she's included in my earliest memories, so there's that.
I'm not interested in the psychology of why I've kept her, why some nights she's essential for a good night's sleep, for safe travels. I don't care if it's irrational to depend on an object to remind me that all is well, that all will be well.
Because, you know, it's a battle out here for most of us most days--holidays especially. It shouldn't be. It doesn't have to be, but that's where we are. So we survive (not hyperbole) any way we can. We don't have to answer for these comforts. We only have to answer to ourselves, our needs, and to stop apologizing--particularly to ourselves.