That’s my teddy bear (so imaginatively named Teddy), who I loved and snuggled and kept on cuddling terms far longer than any adult has a right to, until my first daughter was born and I passed it along to her. When I was little, Teddy was the only stuffed animal for me. My sister had a dresser piled high with different stuffed animals, and I remember toys given to me being commandeered for her collection, but never caring, because all I wanted was my Teddy. I used to dress her up in our old baby clothes that my mom had saved, and we still have some of those same outfits that my kids use for Teddy and other dolls.
My mom bought Teddy for herself from Marshall Fields when she was 18 yrs old. She thought she was probably too old, but had never had a teddy or anything like that, and realized she really wanted one - so she allowed herself the indulgence, and I am so glad she did. I love that teddy so much! I have no idea how or why Teddy came to be mine, rather than either of my sisters, but I’m so glad to have had her to pass along to my kiddies to love and care for. She’s currently “out for repairs” (the arms that my mother and I have sewn on again and again are finally getting some professional help J), but soon she’ll be back and ready to snuggle. I’m not sure if my oldest will keep her interest in Teddy, if little sis will take over, if they’ll share(anything is possible!), or if perhaps neither of them will develop a lasting attachment to Teddy… but I do know that as long as I’m around, I will still sneak hugs and snuggles with Teddy, and keep sewing those arms back on.