I’m wondering how many adults out there have a teddy bear? Sitting on your bed, the shelf, maybe tucked away somewhere it won’t be seen. Who’s got one?
I have many teddies and other soft toys. I’ll start by introducing you to the bear I was given when I was born. I don’t have a photo of what it originally looked like but it was pale pink with dense, fluffy fur and brown glass eyes. It had somehow been given the name “Tedden”. I think that may have been what I called it when I was learning to talk. I don’t remember it having any other name. Today, he/she is retired. My mother mailed it to my several years ago, years after I’d forgotten about it.
At around age twenty-one I’d start therapy with a new therapist and was struggling. A friend would often pick me up after sessions and I’d sit in her car, curled up on the front seat, not speaking, just sitting. She always had multiple care bears in her car and I would usually end up clutching a giant sized Cheer Bear. In the end she bought me my own – a strawberry scented Cheer Bear with specific instructions to take it to therapy with me!
I no longer have a photo of when this bear was new, but this is what she would have looked like:
So my own Cheer Bear began life with me as a therapy bear. Every single therapy session – she was there. Tucked into my bag before I left home, pulled out for the session then stuffed back into my bag for the journey home. This still happens. However, after three and a half years of “service” my bear was, uhhh, rather worn.
I’ve debated, in the last year or so, about getting her professionally cleaned and re-stuffed but I’ve never had much money and haven’t wanted to part with her. I’m not sure what made me do it, but I emailed a couple of businesses about quotes. Then Cheer Bear went away!
It was chaos inside – Miss 5 was devastated that her bear was gone. Although Cheer Bear was given to me, she has very much become Miss 5’s. If we go away, even for a night, Cheer bear comes. If we have to make a planned trip to the emergency department, Cheer Bear comes. It’s a great comfort for a five year old that’s scared of the world and for a twenty-something year old who needs some comforting.
So Cheer Bear was dropped off to be repaired and mailed back a week later. She even came back with a bow!
Miss 5 and I have Cheer Bear, although Miss 5 has an assortment of other soft toys she’s collected as well (regular trips to the op shop keep this collection under control!) but some of the others have their own toys too. Miss 7 has a beautiful handmade doll she’s called Misty. Miss 7 feels incredibly undeserving of this, but I’ve been quietly insistent that she keep the doll. It has been sad that she refuses to play with it or have anything to do with the doll though, but maybe, one day, she will.
So, who’s got a soft toy or teddy they still play with, sleep with, take with them when they go away or anything else? I know I am not the only one!