Beck, on the other hand, has never been into toys. He had a brief obsession with trains around 18 months, but within a month of receiving an awesome train set, he was over it. And that's the only time he has played with toys. We keep buying him really fun stuff, but he only takes a slight interest in it. No stuffed animals, play figures, or vehicles have ever caught his attention.
Until about six months ago. And then, for some reason we can't explain, he fell in love with a ratty, half-empty, red velour teddy bear my mother had bought at Goodwill the previous year. For Daphne. All of the sudden we found Beck demanding to sleep with Red Teddy, carrying Red Teddy around by his long, saggy leg, telling me that Red Teddy was hungry or sleepy or needed to go potty. Red Teddy became his best friend. His only friend. The only toy that boy has ever loved.
And it makes his sister crazy that she can't have it. I've explained to her over and over that Red Teddy is Beck's now. She can't have him. (She never cared for him at all before Beck wanted him). But every night when I tuck her into bed, she asks for Red Teddy and offers up a toy or animal of hers in exchange. But my answer is always the same. No, Red Teddy is Beck's special friend and he can never be hers again.
I mean, how could you ever separate these two??
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So cute! I had a favorite blanket.
Can you imagine Red Teddy's little heart swelling to twice its size? Somebody loves him. I'm so happy for both of them. They've found each other.
aww cute! I still have my teddy bear... He's up in my closet now though.
And now a secret REVEALED! --- about Arianne and HER comfort pal. She still keeps her "special" blanky close at hand at night. Talk about ratty! I hand-quilted it in 1973 for her Older Sister (Shades of Daphne, Beck and Red Teddy), before Ari was even a gleam in her father's eye. Jennie liked it OK, but no big deal.
Arianne got a yellow baby blanky to sleep with at birth, but her cruel mother took that away at age 4, when it began to look like a used, third-world, field dressing.
So Ari adopted Jennie's olive and pink, blanky (somewhat sturdier), and has hauled it with her through childhood, high-school, college, her internship in India, her student-teaching in Fiji, her career as a teacher, and now as a wife and mother. (I'm sure there's a codicil in her will to lay it beneath her body in her casket.)
Those childhood security-comforts never die -- they just turn to rags and disintegrate.
How adorable. And I love the name "Red Teddy."
My 10 year old still has her favorite blankie (one she stole from grandma's house when she was two). I've tried to "store" it but don't see the harm in her having it.
I wuv the name Red Teddy.
adorable post.
Those pictures are melt your heart adorable! I still have my blanket too. I don't sleep with it still, but I know right where it is.
Mom, you are such a wierdo!
That sounds like Beck and Daphne's personalities in a nutshell.
Isn't it amazing that we so often want that which somebody else has?
that's cute!
oh! cute!
Nox has a little stuffed cat that is so ragged now...but he LOVES "Fluffy"
Girls, we always want what we can't have.
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