For as long as he's been sleeping in a big-boy bed, G has insisted on sleeping with whatever toy he most favored: trains, cars, even a toothbrush. But ever since last spring, it has been no one but Teddy Bear. He's traveled to Colorado and Chicago with us. He's been hiking and camping, on playdates and to the library.
One night in Chicago recently, we realized that we had put G to bed without Teddy Bear. "Maybe he won't notice," I said to Kent. Moments later on the monitor we heard the desperate plea: "I need Teddy Bear."
G often has long conversations with Teddy Bear. Recently overheard: "Be a good lion, Teddy Bear. Stop and look for cars before you cross the street."
Lately, Teddy Bear's fur has become matted down and his head flops without much support. He's been through the wash a few too many times. I often hear G say to Teddy Bear, "Don't worry, Teddy Bear. I'll protect you," and hopefully he will.
Grant brought home the "special bag" from school yesterday. It means he gets to bring a favorite stuffed animal to school today to show his classmates. He put Teddy Bear into the bag as soon as he came home. But hours later at bedtime, he retrieved him to take to bed. It's no secret that the real protector is Teddy Bear, his dear lion friend.
{As a side note, when I read this post recently and watched the video, I may have shed a few tears.}















































