I never knew there was a National Teddy Bear Day, did you? Well, it’s today which means I have to write about it! Because I still have my original Teddy Bear – aptly named Teddy – who looks all of his age plus a few decades. Yes, he has been loved that much over the years! Then, I have his sibling named Tedriana. Tedriana was made with much love by my Mom who decided one year to make my sister and me matching teddy bears as Christmas gifts. I have to ask my sister if she still has hers!
There’s something quite charming about a Teddy Bear, don’t you think? While mine doesn’t look very pretty anymore, as he’s lost all of his hair, I don’t care. He’s very special to me and I can’t get rid of him. I don’t sleep with him anymore (obviously), but I will confess that he holds a special place in my heart and if need be, I would hold him for comfort. So far, I’ve been able to resist, but knowing he’s there is helpful.
What is it about a Teddy Bear? Is he part of the comfort of childhood? Was Teddy the friend when you were younger whom you trusted to tell your secrets to? Who was always ready with a hug to calm you? Did you even have a Teddy? Or was your comfort stuffed plush a different animal or a precious blankie?
Come on…spill your secrets to me, please! Don’t be shy…I’m sure your Teddy or Tedriana would love the notoriety on this special day!
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.