This week’s writing challenge is very fitting, I think, because my birthday is in about a month. That also means that my favorite, and most meaningful possession is also going to be turning 24 in about a month.
Mr. Bear is a stuffed bear that I have literally had all my life. My Grandmother loves telling the story of how she looked for hours on end for the perfect stuffed bear for her first grandchild, one that she knew would be loved and cherished forever. And she really did pick the right bear. Poor Mr. Bear, since I’ve had him he’s been thrown up on, sneezed on, squeezed and smothered, put up with harassing tooth fairies (that’s a story for a whole new post), up rooted, and drooled on. I took him to college with me and I took him when I moved-it’s no wonder that he’s lost weight and fur over the years. He’s protected me from bad dreams and he shares my love of PB&J. I honestly have no idea where I would be with out him. Mr. Bear got me through two divorces, High School and College, he absorbed my tears and shared my joy. I think he deserves his semi-retirement where he perches on my dresser watching over me, but on the nights when the BF isn’t home, Mr. Bear is taken from his perch and put back on duty.
Mr. Bear is the ultimate reminder of my family and how my we all love each other, he was giving to me when I was born, like the rest of my family, he’s been there all my life. He’s the reminder of all the love, sacrifice, and devotion a family goes through and he’s the reminder of what makes us strong. Through the good times and bad, I will always have my family…and Mr. Bear.