There's a Bear In There
August 15th 2008 04:14
This morning Ike and I were watching ABC Kids on TV when the opening credits for Play School caught his attention. He grinned, cried “bear” and raced into his room. He soon returned with a cherished old teddy bear I received from my late grandfather on the day I was born.
I’d always hoped the bear might become a family heirloom in memory of Poppy, but since he was small Ike had been more interested in cars and Buzz Lightyear than teddy bears.
It was a Kodak moment when he hugged Poppy’s bear tight, then kissed it tenderly on the nose. All I could do was turn the occasion into a group hug , kiss his chubby cheeks and be thankful that I get to watch this lovely little person learn and grow.
With tantrums, trains and tummy bugs dominating this week’s schedule, my morning was significantly brightened by the thought that Isaac is somehow connected to his great grandfather through a slightly battered orange teddy.
That and the fact that today’s new word is “bear”.
I’d always hoped the bear might become a family heirloom in memory of Poppy, but since he was small Ike had been more interested in cars and Buzz Lightyear than teddy bears.
It was a Kodak moment when he hugged Poppy’s bear tight, then kissed it tenderly on the nose. All I could do was turn the occasion into a group hug , kiss his chubby cheeks and be thankful that I get to watch this lovely little person learn and grow.
With tantrums, trains and tummy bugs dominating this week’s schedule, my morning was significantly brightened by the thought that Isaac is somehow connected to his great grandfather through a slightly battered orange teddy.
That and the fact that today’s new word is “bear”.
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