His home got torn apart in the divorce, of course he's stressed out. I grew up in a dysfunctional home and I still have my stuffed animal from the late 1970s. I don't sleep with it or anything, but I still have it around, sitting on a shelf. It meant a lot to me back then when things weren't good, and I did sleep with it on my bed. Back when things didn't feel stable, normal, predictable. Let him keep it.