My brother got Cassie, my then youngest, and his Godchild, a teddy bear for Christmas one year. I believe she was three.
She loves this thing.
She is 12.
Red Teddy is her comfort zone.
He is her best friend.
We would be in trouble if we were to wash it, because then it would lose its smell.
We would have to go back and get Red Teddy when he was forgotten somewhere.
Except once on holidays, when he was tangled in the blankets in the hotel bed, and we left him behind. No one realized it until we got home. But would you believe that wonderful hotel found Red Teddy and sent him, postage paid, to our house, express post so she would have him for the following night?
I don't know if I ever thanked them for that.
And SHE is going to kill me if any of her friends read my blog!!!
Leon and the girls are gone camping now, and I am sad to report that he has been left behind to hold down the fort.
I didn't even notice when this happened.
When she no longer relied on Red Teddy.
But at least he still has the position of Head Teddy.
He is perched at the head of her bed while the others are subjected to the stinky foot portion.
And, I guess, as she grows, this is just going to have to be good enough.
For me, and for Red Teddy.