Elvis had it right

Baby let me be,
your lovin' Teddy Bear
Put a chain around my neck,
and lead me anywhere
Oh let me be
Your teddy bear.

Teddy bears are comforting to the nth degree. 

I only just thought about My Teddy Bear recently 

and it made me smile. Up until I met my husband, 

I slept with a plush stuffed bear. I brought it 

everywhere with me. My Teddy Bear went with my 

to England, across Canada and back, to Encounters 

with Canada. My Teddy Bear was my rock, even 

though I only spent my sleeping hours with My Teddy 

Bear, these were the hours when I needed him the most.

He allowed me to sleep and comforted all my pain away. 

My Teddy Bear meant the world to me. I would even wash 

him only once a month. My family laughed "you still have 

that thing?" It was not a thing, it was MY Teddy Bear, I had 

always slept with one and this one was even more special 

because it was my last one. The Christmas my Mother gave 

him to me she said on the card "This is the last 

one you will get! Now you are too old!" 

I must beg to differ we are never to old for an object of 

comfort. My Teddy Bear was my item of comfort until my 

husband moved in with me and I noticed that My Bear 

would be on the floor in the morning. That had never 

happened before. Eventually, My Teddy Bear was picked 

up and put on a shelf. After my husband and I were married, 

My Teddy Bear went onto a shelf in my closet. When we 

started packing to move, My Teddy Bear  went into a 

valuables box. That was three years ago and I only just 
thought of him the other day. I love my husband but I think 
I might try and find that valuables box. My daughter is 
having another baby and I think our precious little one 
might need some comfort too.