teddy bears
Teddy is in a state of disrepair now. He's been restuffed at least three times, sewed up since I was eight. I lost his animal tag and his tail has fallen off at least five-seven times. His eyes which were once smooth have tiny dents from battles with various dryers. His hair is matted together in the places that have hair, and there is visible thread on his neck [holding his head on] from where I went into emergency bear surgery after Ajax got ahold of him.
I can recall at least three times I have gotten physical for someone handling or not giving me my bear back. And apparently there are still times where if I should misplace or have someone take him I will flip out. When I was younger I would get in trouble at bible camp and sunday school because when asked what I would take if I have to pack up and leave like Moses or if my house burned down and I could grab only one thing I always insisted on teddy- because "bibles are replaceable & God n' Jesus would understand since I can always remember the stories". [Do not tell sunday school teachers this]
My mom also told me this story that I have apparently blocked out due to teddy-trauma....
Apparently when I was three years old, my dad and I went to Mcdonalds. This was when I would bring Teddy EVERYWHERE so of course he went with me. We were halfway home when I realized with quite a bunch of distress that I had left teddy in the booth. So we turned around and I began searching frantically for my bear. I questioned every person in that place if they had seen my bear-but no one had. Still, I refused to leave Mcdonalds and resolved to crawling around on the floor searching for my beloved teddy bear. During this time a woman had found him and had hidden him on the floor between her legs and the wall.I have no idea why this woman took my bear but I feel sort of bad for what happened next.
I found that bear as I was crawling around under Mcdonald booths. Seeing as he was still in the Mcdonalds it was only a matter of time until I would have found him - although having a grown woman attempt to kidnap teddy was not what I was expecting. Apparently I went a-wall and started screaming and crying at her -proclaiming to the entire Mcdonalds population that she stole my teddy bear. I snatched him back and in a state of what was probably nothing short of blind fury I tried to jump her. From what my mother tells me I was in the process of unleashing a power-ranger kick to her leg when my dad had to physically grab and restrain me as I shouted and screamed. My dad just cast her a look of disgust and had to literally drag/carry me out of the restaurant.
....
You can only imagine how bad I would be now.
..... not even kidding on that one.
I am telling you this because tonight my mother gave me a box that has been at the top of her closet for as long as I can remember. Inside that box was a replica of Teddy minus 17+ years of wear and tear.Years ago my father spent months and months searching for the perfect Teddy bear. Which my mom vouches was no small undertaking. At the time my dad bought two bears- mom thought he was crazy to do this, but I am so glad he did. Anyone who has ever had a strong attachment to a childhood object just imagine having your parents give you a new untouched replica years later when your old one is on toy life support. That's the closest way I can describe it.
This is -hands down- the best present I have ever received. The card my dad gave me along with this box is - beyond words.
I am so happy... which explains the raving.
but if you ever have children one day.. do the same thing. I googled the bear but he is now "extinct", even ebay does not have him.
I can recall at least three times I have gotten physical for someone handling or not giving me my bear back. And apparently there are still times where if I should misplace or have someone take him I will flip out. When I was younger I would get in trouble at bible camp and sunday school because when asked what I would take if I have to pack up and leave like Moses or if my house burned down and I could grab only one thing I always insisted on teddy- because "bibles are replaceable & God n' Jesus would understand since I can always remember the stories". [Do not tell sunday school teachers this]
My mom also told me this story that I have apparently blocked out due to teddy-trauma....
Apparently when I was three years old, my dad and I went to Mcdonalds. This was when I would bring Teddy EVERYWHERE so of course he went with me. We were halfway home when I realized with quite a bunch of distress that I had left teddy in the booth. So we turned around and I began searching frantically for my bear. I questioned every person in that place if they had seen my bear-but no one had. Still, I refused to leave Mcdonalds and resolved to crawling around on the floor searching for my beloved teddy bear. During this time a woman had found him and had hidden him on the floor between her legs and the wall.I have no idea why this woman took my bear but I feel sort of bad for what happened next.
I found that bear as I was crawling around under Mcdonald booths. Seeing as he was still in the Mcdonalds it was only a matter of time until I would have found him - although having a grown woman attempt to kidnap teddy was not what I was expecting. Apparently I went a-wall and started screaming and crying at her -proclaiming to the entire Mcdonalds population that she stole my teddy bear. I snatched him back and in a state of what was probably nothing short of blind fury I tried to jump her. From what my mother tells me I was in the process of unleashing a power-ranger kick to her leg when my dad had to physically grab and restrain me as I shouted and screamed. My dad just cast her a look of disgust and had to literally drag/carry me out of the restaurant.
....
You can only imagine how bad I would be now.
..... not even kidding on that one.
I am telling you this because tonight my mother gave me a box that has been at the top of her closet for as long as I can remember. Inside that box was a replica of Teddy minus 17+ years of wear and tear.Years ago my father spent months and months searching for the perfect Teddy bear. Which my mom vouches was no small undertaking. At the time my dad bought two bears- mom thought he was crazy to do this, but I am so glad he did. Anyone who has ever had a strong attachment to a childhood object just imagine having your parents give you a new untouched replica years later when your old one is on toy life support. That's the closest way I can describe it.
This is -hands down- the best present I have ever received. The card my dad gave me along with this box is - beyond words.
I am so happy... which explains the raving.
but if you ever have children one day.. do the same thing. I googled the bear but he is now "extinct", even ebay does not have him.