Awe! What is more classic that the teddy bear? I suppose I see among my littlest friends other sources of comfort, like binkies and TV or Disney character stuffed dolls, but I still think teddy bears are pretty special.
I have a little brown bear that is plain as can be, but quite loved since my babyhood. While once named just Teddy, my daughter has since named him-now-her Momma Bear. Momma Bear has a place of honor on my bedroom bookshelf.
I have another teddy bear who is quite special. His name is Jim and I got him when I was five years old. He was big—almost as big as I was at the time—and glossy with a beautiful shiny brown bow. Jim has been my pillow, traveled to Korea and back, collected oceans of tears and given comfort even to my sisters. Even now, when I get especially sad, Jim brings me comfort. This is so true that when my kids see Jim on the bed, the first thing they say is, ‘Mommy, are you all right?’ It is a little embarrassing.
You can imagine that Jim is not so shiny and less than fluffy these days. But not even my throw-everything-away husband would consider giving up Jim. Teddy bears are special!
