Show and Tell - "Teddy"

Okay, this is a little embarrassing. This is my ole' pal Teddy. This is my very first teddy bear. He's a little worse for the wear, but I've done my best over the years to keep him together. My young hands had to do a little surgery every now and then to sew on a eye or repair a shoulder joint. His nose is quite worn. I've been told he's ugly and pathetic looking, but I never thought so. Just well loved. I don't really know his lineage, there are no tags or anything. He is stuffed with sawdust, believe it or not. I've been told that someone gave this to me when I was born in London, England a gazillion years ago.

In honour of my everlasting love for Teddy, I used to collect all things teddy bear; friends would give me Gund bears and teddy bear cards and such. I'm still a sucker for bears but I don't keep them on my bed anymore. (I did buy myself some Winnie the Pooh flannels which are my absolute favourite things to wear when I'm ailing.) I have to stop myself from buying anymore but my girlish self is still attracted to them. Frankly, I don't know if I could pass him down to a child of mine with all these new, talking, singing dolls and such, don't know if he would appeal to anyone but the child inside me.