Once upon a time in 2001 a teddy was born to a family. The teddy arrived several months before the baby. The teddy was given in celebration of the expectation of a first born son.
The teddy and the baby were perfect. The teddy and the baby were the same size. The baby and the teddy shared the same bed. Sometimes the new mom hugged the teddy because he was much quieter then the baby.
Each month the mother took a picture of her baby next to the teddy.
(Three months)
Each month the baby grew as the teddy remained steadfast.
(Nine months)
Months turned into years and milestones were marked to the teddy reference.
(Two years)
As the baby grew, he became attached to the teddy. Teddy provided constant companionship. Teddy slept silently beside him. Teddy could calm his toddler storms.
As teddy became increasingly necessary to daily activities, the wear and tear started showing…
A missing bow.
A lopsided mouth.
A floppy mended neck.
Because this teddy had been born to a very wise mother, a search was started for a duplicate teddy. A teddy to hug while the original was in the wash. A teddy to hold away from home. A teddy to relieve the increasing worry over potential teddy-loss.
The mother searched, hunted and Googled. The teddy replacement news was not good. This was a special teddy. A limited edition teddy. A teddy only sold for one season at Gymboree.
Yet, a glimmer of hope…eBay.
Surely someone in the world would sell teddy. The mother watched the site of auctions patiently. There were many teddies, but no teddies that would do.
Until…
One day the mother saw this teddy on eBay. He was perfect in every way. He looked identical in every way. He was bid on with excitement. He was won in triumph. The search was over. A new teddy is on his way.
The box arrived.
Something was awry.
The box was 6 inches by 6 inches.
How would such a small box hold such a dear prize?
Sometimes a picture is not worth a 1000 words. Sometimes dimensions would be helpful.
The wise mother was outfoxed by eBay. The wise mother knows when to call it quits. The wise mother called off the search and guarded the original teddy (now called BIG teddy) with her life.
Placing a mental GPS on his whereabouts.
Washing him gently.
Mending him with care.
To this day the boy still sleeps with his teddy
(shhhhhh).
And on this day as the wise mother tucked the two in bed she thought how foolish it was to think that either one of them could be replaced.
This was originally published on August 20 ,2008
Oh my goodness! My heart breaks for you!
But I guess it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise that your teddy was downsized. Everything but food is getting smaller and smaller nowadays.
That was perfect.
My son never had anything like that, which, truly, is a double edged sword. For all the panic that accompanies the potential loss of the teddy and what you will DO if/when that happens, at least there is *something* in the resource drawaerfor when the tantrum that you 1)do not understand and 2)cannot quell comes sweeping down the plains and you are standing there like Dorothy only without the dog and cute shoes and the Wicked Toddler of the East seems about ready to eat you for dinner.
But my favorite line, “Sometimes a picture is not worth 1000 words, sometimes dimensions would be helpful.”
Yep, perfect.
My teddy was given to me by my paternal grandmother on the day I was born. I have never been without him. I still sleep with him every night, I am 43. Once he was left at a hotel, that was scary but luckily it was kind of local so I rescued him the next day.
My teddy has been through a lot of “pajamas”. At first pajamas were made from new fur that covered everything but his head. But then his head needed to be protected also. So for a few decades teddy has been 100% covered. It’s ok, he is still teddy. He looks different but it’s what’s inside that matters.
Now, what is inside is almost dust. The fibers are disintegrating. The next time he needs new pajamas it will have to be on top of the current pajamas. He no longer can be washed (he was a few times when he got puked on etc…) because he would just fall apart.
I have a picture of me and my teddy when we were both brand new. I cherish that.
When I watch Toy Story and think about the toys that are sad about being left behind, I smile about my teddy bear. He will never be left behind. He will be cuddled and squashed under me nightly for the rest of my life. And, I fully intend to have him with me when I am buried. I love that guy.
Aw, so sweet-also, funny. My brother had a teddy, called (creatively) Teddy, which now belongs to his son. My lamby is now passed between my two daughters. I love the “loved” toys the best.
We too fell prey to a limited addition Boyd’s bear that is no longer made. 2 in fact. Oldest is very good at taking meticulous care of hers but the little one, not so much, and that thing is held together with love, drool, and prayers.
I was fooled by eBay also. I won my son’s teddy in a claw machine before I was even pregnant with him. Completely irreplaceable, but very very loved 🙂
I love this. This particular mom has the same issue with a blanket. Although I was lucky to have purchased several of those blankets all at the same time.
I am still searching Ebay for a few extras – just in case. But no such luck yet.
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oh no!!
that’s so sad. i guess some things just can’t be replaced 😉
What an adorable post! My brother was given a racoon stuffed animal by his daycare provider when he was about 2, that “coon” went with him everywhere, and still has a place in his bedroom…23 years later!
Teddy SHRUNK!
It’s too easy, I think, to believe that certain precious things can ever, ever be replaced. Better to understand that they will someday be lost, I guess.