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?