adopted ted

When I was one, my parents threw me a party. Like many parties I have been to in my life, I can’t really remember most (or any) of it. I’m pretty sure it was a rocking party though, and am almost certain there will have been cake. I am never far from cake.

Anyhoo, after the revellers had left and the detritus cleared away my parents set about sorting out the presents the guests had thoughtfully brought me. In doing so they found a teddy bear.

He most definitely hadn’t been given to me as a present, so they called all the guests. Nobody was missing a teddy bear.

How strange.

For a while they kept him separate from my other toys. My parents didn’t want me getting attached to the teddy, only for it’s true owner to come forward and take him away claim him. But then it became clear that no-one was actually going to come and get him.

Poor little teddy bear.

And so, he became my teddy bear. I adopted him, took him under my wing, dribbled on cuddled him. Adopted Ted (we didn’t know his real name) became part of the family.

We have had a lot of adventures together. He was a regular passenger in my doll’s pram, he attended my clinic (I was a fully qualified fisher price doctor. I prescribed an awful lot of injections of baby powder/water mixture. Adopted Ted was dead brave…). When I was grown up he came to university with me, and has followed me around as I have moved from house to house. I expect there are many tales he could tell you, which makes me very glad he’s a teddy bear and therefore cannot talk.

He currently resides on the top of Big M’s wardrobe, but having got him down for a mini photo shoot I have guilt. I mean, I love this teddy, I should let him know every now and then.

The Friday Club

Here are the other entries in this carnival:

Making It Up gives us her favourite cherished items.

The Diary of a Frugal Family shares her family’s most Special Things.

Scribbling Mum tells us about her photo wall.

Make Do Mum writes about a precious item in Tick tock tick tock.

Cheeky Wipes gives us her cherished item in Tables Aren’t Just For Eating At….

Red Ted Art tells us about her DIY Hobby Horse.

Snipsnaphappy tells us about her cherished item in My Granny’s needle.

I Need Curtains for the Window inside my Head writes about the pieces of jewellery that mean the most to her.

Freckles Family shares A treasured possession.

Mymumdom posts about A Small Boy’s Treasure.

Notes From Home posts about her cherished reclaimed box.

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