Out with the old and in with the new...sort of.
I'll always hold on to some of the things the kids have made, their special outfits,
sentimental gifts from Grandma, you know, stuff like that.
And my Teddy...
I don't know how old he is.
Maybe almost 39, like me?
I've known him my whole life.
I can't remember ever NOT having him.
He's lived in the tops of my closets for decades.
He's moved all over the country with me, always in a box.
Maybe I should get rid of him?
He's falling apart.
But, he was falling apart when I was a kid.
I did my best to keep him together.
Every time I'm rummaging around in the closet, looking for something else and I see him;
It all comes back.
He holds my childhood secrets.
My darkest nightmares (real and imagined).
And my sweetest dreams.
I used to believe he was magic.
If I needed to cry,
I believed I could cry my tears directly into his eyes and he'd take my troubles away.
I whispered prayers into his ears, and he'd protect me.
I'd snuggle into his neck
and he'd take me to a far away land where I could fly and feel safe.
At one point, I used nail polish and painted a smile on his face.
He was my happy place.
I'm not sure when I outgrew him.
Maybe I never have.
Whenever I find him, I take him out of his box and give him a good snuggle.
He's a nice reminder of how far I've come, who I once was and who he helped me to be.
Does anyone else relate or am I a complete freak? Wait, don't answer that.
Really though, do you still have any of your childhood toys?
Why are you holding on to them?
If you have kids, do you let them play with your stuff?
Tyler has two suitcases of Star Wars toys.
He and Sam play together with them once a month or so.
It's really nice to see.
P.S. I'll be back with my Ten on Ten later tonight or tomorrow.
2 Sweet Comments:
I can totally relate. I still have my mine. He's 35 years old and I would NEVER get rid of him. Sentimentality I guess. I had to explain him to Mike when I moved in. "Is that a teddy bear"? "Why yes, yes it is" :)
A few years back my dog got ahold of my bear, ripped him apart, and pulled most of the stuffing. I was devastated. I called Mom and she had me send it to her for mending. She pulled out the old cushion material and filled him back up with new fresh stuffing. Now he has 1 leg that’s a little shorter than the other but I think he's perfect :)
Ohhhhh..poor bear. I never heard this story before. I'm so glad she was able to put him back together! I'm sure Mike has a thing or two leftover from his childhood also :)
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