12wonderY
Bears don’t hold a special status in my heart, though there was one my first daughter had that would growl responses to talk.
I did have my children’s collection in my attic till the latest ( and probably last 🥲) grandbaby. I brought them to her house in a Rubbermaid bin. I often use the bins to haul whatevers, so on the next visit, when I carried in a bin, she exclaimed “More bears?!”
I do have a few porcelain bears on a kitchen windowsill - one with paws on hips attitude.
When I had T here every day, we played with all sorts of animals, including the bears:
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I did have my children’s collection in my attic till the latest ( and probably last 🥲) grandbaby. I brought them to her house in a Rubbermaid bin. I often use the bins to haul whatevers, so on the next visit, when I carried in a bin, she exclaimed “More bears?!”
I do have a few porcelain bears on a kitchen windowsill - one with paws on hips attitude.
When I had T here every day, we played with all sorts of animals, including the bears:
https://www.instagram.com/p/CMyCQgbn5dY/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=
2MrsLee
I am not a bear lover either, although I still have 3 stuffed bears. One I will always keep. It was my older brother's, a sleeping, soft stuffed bear. The other two were from my in-law's house, they came to my house when the in-laws died within three months of each other. The 2 bears are more for my grandson to give hugs to than for sentiment.
My daughter had a white bear she loved until she was 10 or 12. Then we put it in a box with a small blanket, in a closet, and I have it to her when she was 30. It has most of the fur lived of of it and liked like an elderly, frail bear. She had that bear's paw under her nose from the time she could crawl. It had to be washed now and again, so she would sit by the washer, and watch from the window as it dried the line.
Middle son had a blankie.
Youngest son began with 2 bears. A bigger whit bear, and a tiny white bear in a jester costume. We would listen at night or in the morning, before this son could talk, to the two bears having long conversations with each other in distinct voices. They argued, laughed, and went on and on about who knows what. When he was about 2, the larger bear got lost in a trip. Devastation. Clever parents that we were, we bought another just like it, put it in his Christmas stocking and tried to tell him the bear had only been on a trip. No. Way. He was not fooled. So we confessed that first bear was lost, but hopefully some other child found him to give him a good home. He did not want that other child to have his bear. We gave up on trying to appease, and he took the other bear, but it was never the same. My husband then found 3 other look-alike bears and bought them. He's like that. Son promptly said that one was from New York, one was from China and the other was from Texas. He knew exactly which was which.
On a trip up the Oregon coast, we stopped at the sealion caves. In the gift shop, this three year old son found three white stuffed Harper seals. Nothing would do but that we bought all three. In the car he named them Harp, Harpie and Harpo. Then we listened to the seals talk to each other in each their own voice, all the way home.
My daughter had a white bear she loved until she was 10 or 12. Then we put it in a box with a small blanket, in a closet, and I have it to her when she was 30. It has most of the fur lived of of it and liked like an elderly, frail bear. She had that bear's paw under her nose from the time she could crawl. It had to be washed now and again, so she would sit by the washer, and watch from the window as it dried the line.
Middle son had a blankie.
Youngest son began with 2 bears. A bigger whit bear, and a tiny white bear in a jester costume. We would listen at night or in the morning, before this son could talk, to the two bears having long conversations with each other in distinct voices. They argued, laughed, and went on and on about who knows what. When he was about 2, the larger bear got lost in a trip. Devastation. Clever parents that we were, we bought another just like it, put it in his Christmas stocking and tried to tell him the bear had only been on a trip. No. Way. He was not fooled. So we confessed that first bear was lost, but hopefully some other child found him to give him a good home. He did not want that other child to have his bear. We gave up on trying to appease, and he took the other bear, but it was never the same. My husband then found 3 other look-alike bears and bought them. He's like that. Son promptly said that one was from New York, one was from China and the other was from Texas. He knew exactly which was which.
On a trip up the Oregon coast, we stopped at the sealion caves. In the gift shop, this three year old son found three white stuffed Harper seals. Nothing would do but that we bought all three. In the car he named them Harp, Harpie and Harpo. Then we listened to the seals talk to each other in each their own voice, all the way home.
3MrsLee
When we had been married two years, my mother-in-law and I were shopping for a birthday gift for my husband. In a store, there was a huge wall, with all the shelves filled with huge bears, except for one huge green stuffed hippopotamus in the middle. Without saying a word to each other, we both beelined to the hippo and said, "For Mark!" The price was enormous, but we both contributed. He loved it, still loves it 38 years and 2 stuffing replacements later. It is his napping buddy.
