Most of us growing up will have had our favourite toys, but nothing is ever quite as special as your first teddy bear.
Today I want to introduce you to my teddy bear. He was given to me when I was born – I think by my Uncle John – and he has always been my very favourite teddy. His name, very unoriginal though it may be, is Teddy.
Teddy has always been top of the pile for me as far as toys are concerned. When I used to play games with my stuffed toys, Teddy was always the hero – the one who would save the day, rescuing Ragdoll from the evil Heffalump. He has red felt tip pen on one knee and on the opposite ear where he played the walking wounded in a game of hospitals, and his arm are floppy, with no stuffing left in them at all.
I am not a sentimental person particularly, but I would be very sad indeed to lose Teddy. He isn’t the cuddliest of bears, but there is still something comforting about him. I can remember the feeling very clearly of being upset as a child and crying into Teddy, his rough fur prickly against my face, stroking my cheek with his soft paws.
Belle takes care of him for me now, but after being loved for quite a long time he is beginning to look a little worse for wear – his legs are going weak at the knees and his nose is a little on the frayed side. I have even thought about sending him to real Teddy hospital, but I wonder whether he would feel quite the same with stuffing in his arms.
Do you remember your first teddy bear?
Yes and shamefully still have it sitting on my bed! We all need alittle bit of ‘home’ and ‘childhood’ memories x
No shame in that at all Laura – where do you think my teddy is sat? :-)
I love him! My daughter has my beloved hen now. Sometime I steal hen from her while she’s asleep so I can cuddle her – that’s acceptable, right? It is still MY hen.
Definitely acceptable Kathie – it is your hen!
I love this post. I have a rabbit and Maxi takes him to bed each night with him. It was handmade by my godmother for me. He used to have a red velvet jacket made from my mums bridesmaids dressed, but it fell apart due to so much cuddling
Thanks Jen, glad you enjoyed it! Your comment actually gave me this crazy flashback – teddy used to have a suit!!! I don’t think he came with it, maybe my mum made it for him, but I definitely remember a light brown pair of trousers and jacket!
I still have my lovely little tom cat which I still have on my bed I use to carry him around with me all the time .when I was little
That’s very sweet! Me too with Teddy, hence the floppy arms!
Yes, he’s called Leo and I still have him. He still looks brand new as well – might be because I’m only 24e ;)
You need to get cuddling Carolin ;-)
I still sleep with my teddy, he is also imaginatively named as Ted. He was my uncle’s before he was mine and must be nearly 60 years old now. He is looking a bit worse for wear too!
That’s very impressive that he is still going strong after so long of being so well loved!
I still have my teddy. His name is Porridge and was named after the porridge in ‘Goldilocks and the Three Bears’. He is older than me. He was given a second coat of fur by my Mum some years back because he was so loved he was falling apart. He now sits on top of my wardrobe but within easy grab reach. My children all have their favourite teddies too. My son’s is also called Teddy.
Gosh, can teddies get new fur?? That’s amazing, I definitely need that for Teddy!
Oh yes – i very, very do! My beautiful Jane, i may have to copy this post to give her the mention she deserves :)
I have a tiny tears dolly that I have had for 37 years. she went to dolly hospital and gifted to mny daughter who cruelly ignored her and so she is back with me. She just on eyebrow left and smells a bit. I do love her very much
Yep and still got him his names snowy and he’s a small white bear that was given to me for my Christning my very first teddy was attacked by a neighbours dog he was given to me when I was born but still have snowy and Tommy he was a given to me by a relative he’s blue and dear old Golly he’s older than me but I still have some of my old toys I’d never part with their my cofort friends old bit chewed and the smell of childhood is still their