𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧 🧸
When I was a very young child, I had a favorite teddy bear. I don’t know if he had a name, but he did go everywhere with me. We were inseparable. I loved him.
He was so loved that his fur had been rubbed off of him in many places. He was so loved that my mom had to sew fabric around his middle to keep his insides from falling out. For the sake of this blog, I’ll be referring to this most loved teddy bear as Teddy, or Ted.
As I mentioned, Teddy went everywhere with me. I know I brought him into the bathroom, but not necessarily the bathtub. I carried him always. There’s not a single pic of me when I was a child that Teddy wasn’t in also. (Unfortunately my childhood albums were destroyed in a fire, so I cannot provide a pic of Teddy.) But he was a brown bear with green and white plaid fabric around his middle, and he had a plastic face.
I remember when I was about three years old, my mom was crossing the street with me in tow. I had accidentally dropped Teddy, and my mom wouldn’t let me go fetch him as he was in the middle of the busy intersection. I kicked and screamed, I eventually got loose from my mom and went running back into the intersection to grab Teddy. A car screeched to a stop and according to my mom, bumped into me. I still have the bump on the back of my head.
𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝, 𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙤 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙐𝙥
When I was around 10 years old, my parents bought a new refrigerator. I still had Teddy, but I didn’t carry him everywhere. He sat on my bed, along with my other stuffed animals. He was still highly treasured and was pretty disgusting. This, of course, didn’t make me love him any less.
Well, my mom was cleaning, my dad was replacing the refrigerator, and in the garage was the huge box that the refrigerator came in. It was really tall. My parents decided it was time to throw Teddy out. He was sitting on top of that very high box. I wanted him back!
Needless to say, I wasn’t able to reach Teddy, and he went into the garbage. 😭
I missed him awfully bad. There was an ache in my heart that he was missing me too. I vowed that when I became 18 years old, I was going to go to the landfill and find him!
I often wrote him letters, letting him know how much I loved him and how greatly I missed him. I threw all of my letters into the garbage, thinking he might see them, as he, too, was in the garbage.
𝙂𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙏𝙤 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡
I think I was 16 years old when I went to my very first landfill – the same landfill that Teddy was at! My hopes of ever finding him were crushed right then and there. No way would I ever find him!
𝙏𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
I started collecting teddy bears. They had to “talk” to me. Before the Bear Fire of 2017 (such a fitting name – NOT), I had a lot of bears – big and small, one that I bought in New Orleans with moveable arms and legs, one had a triangular head that I picked out at an antique store, one with hearts all over it, many antique bears with dresses, Paddington Bear, and so many others. I even had a few Winnie the Pooh bears. But needless to say, they are all gone.
My mom used to read me this book when I was a child. I loved this book, and the story that when a stuffed animal is loved, it comes to life. If only this were true…
𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙?