Teddy has been with me since I was about 2 years old when my Aunt Martha supposedly gave him to me. He is worn and quite fur-less now since he’s been held for so many years. He was a staple in my bed throughout my childhood. Teddy protected me, comforted me and held me as I cried. He is stained now, right down to the fabric of his being from so many years of comforting my tears. He now wears a baby blue sweater to keep him warm since his fur is gone. On his sweater is a sparkly white snowflake which is as unique as he is.
If Teddy could talk, he still wouldn’t repeat all of the secrets he knows. He is just a comforting soul ~ silent witness ~ to a young girl’s childhood.
Teddy still sits at the end of my bed on my hope chest. A silent protector who no longer needs to stand vigil, but simply be the comforting reminder of love. Most definitely he has seen better days, but since he’s only seen by my family, he remains at the end of our bed.
I will admit that occasionally when I see him, I do still pick him up to give him a hug. His comfort is still felt by my heart and as always, is greatly appreciated.
Do you have a special childhood friend?
Daily Prompt: Prized Possession
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it?
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What a beautiful tribute to your comforting teddy. If I had a prized childhood possession, it’d have to be my suitcase full of cars (which I think is still under my bed at my parents house)
So glad you still have your cars! Such lovely reminders of happy memories!
Thank you for highlight the importance of the ways we take comfort. I love your story about Teddy – what a precious gift. I bet your Aunt Martha had no idea the power of that one small childhood gift.
No she didn’t ~ but I’m very grateful! 🙂 Sometimes you just never know what becomes a precious gift ~ like your special poetry book you gave me. Thank you xo
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Reminds me of the Velveteen rabbit, becoming real because he’s loved.
Oh what a wonderful thought! Thank you! Yes, Teddy is still special to me!
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These bears are so important to us. I am amazed how many bear stories there are!
Oh yes, there’s nothing like a special friend who understands. Do you have one as well?
I did. 😦
Memories remain in your heart, right? So you still have your special friend. So sorry xo
Thanks, If you get a chance you can read about Golden Ted on my post for the challenge. Don’t worry, I’ll live. 🙂
How could I not go see about your Golden Ted? Just sad that there’s no happy ending for you. Big hugs to you. I understand.
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How sweet – even that you still have it. I even like how you still give it a hug – even as adults we need that comfort don’t we?!
Yes we do! I knew you’d understand! xo
LOVE your post and ADORE this tribute to your wonderful bear!
Unsure if I should even mention this… But I still sleep, every night, with my Bear that was lovingly made for me by my aunt, when I was 4 years old. As an army brat, he traveled the world with me, and he still protects…uh… 38 years later. He has more patches and surgeries than you can imagine!
Oh I am so happy you shared! Surely there are more of us who love our bears and enjoy a hug with them still! Thanks for sharing! xo
🙂 AND my mother still has HER little white bear standing sentinel over her bed, as well — hers is from the ’40s.
Ahh…so wonderful! That will be me when I’m older! I’m never letting Teddy go! xo