Photo: An object that makes me feel at home.

I must have been five or six when my teddy bear came into my life. I was at my Great Grandma's house and she suddenly became aware that I did not own a teddy bear. This was a tragedy to great for her to bare (hehe, get it?) so she went and dug this treasure out of her toy chest.

I was in awe. My child's mind was running and curious. For me? To Keep? You're sure? But he's yours? Great Grandma insisted I keep it. Wow! Thank you!

She asked what I was going to name my teddy bear, and I could feel the pressure of the importance of this decision upon my little shoulders. "Sam," I proudly proclaimed, "but, he's a boy Sam, not a girl Sam." Yep, that's right - I gave my teddy bear my own name. Come on, I put a twist on it, I wasn't completely unoriginal.

Oh, how I loved Sam. I swear I felt that love reflecting back. That is how I knew he was alive. No, he didn't talk, but he could feel. Gosh, darn it, he was a person!

We've had some fun times, Sam and I. Alas, it hasn't all been rainbows. He's been through some tough times. Old age, has not always been kind. No, his eye patch is not just for show. Unfortunately, the dog had mistakenly identified him as a chew toy on a few occasions resulting in poor brave Sam loosing an eye. He has been the subject of multiple surgeries & re-stuffings by my mother's loving hands. The poor thing is wearing so thin he is beginning to leak stuffing (foam that has dried and appeared to turn to sand) hence the band-aid.

My brother and I, being the sadistic little brats that we were, would attempt to use Sam in efforts to send my mother into a panic for purposes of our own enjoyment. We'd wait for the opportune time. She was in the bathroom, her defenses were down, her view limited. We ran up to the bathroom door. My brother shouted in a panicked voice, "Mom! Mom! Sam's ear is falling off!" She didn't skip a beat, "Don't worry. I can sew his ear back on." Much to our dismay, my mother wasn't fooled, she knew we meant teddy bear Sam, and not her only daughter Sam.

I took him to college with me. It wasn't as though I was childish and couldn't live without him. I just didn't want him to get lonely. I took him for him, not me. I'm selfless like that. ***Sidenote: It's a pretty handy thing I never really worried about being "cool" and couldn't have cared less what other people thought of me, cause I'm pretty sure bringing your teddy to college makes you the weirdo.***

When it came time to come to Australia, of course, I had to take Sam. My dad even gave me the Michigan shirt off his dancing wolverine's back, because he thought Sam might miss Michigan.

So, when it comes to an object that makes me feel at home, Sam is so much more than that. He's not just a teddy. He is love. He is family. He is home.


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Monday, February 3, 2014

Photo: An object that makes me feel at home.

I must have been five or six when my teddy bear came into my life. I was at my Great Grandma's house and she suddenly became aware that I did not own a teddy bear. This was a tragedy to great for her to bare (hehe, get it?) so she went and dug this treasure out of her toy chest.

I was in awe. My child's mind was running and curious. For me? To Keep? You're sure? But he's yours? Great Grandma insisted I keep it. Wow! Thank you!

She asked what I was going to name my teddy bear, and I could feel the pressure of the importance of this decision upon my little shoulders. "Sam," I proudly proclaimed, "but, he's a boy Sam, not a girl Sam." Yep, that's right - I gave my teddy bear my own name. Come on, I put a twist on it, I wasn't completely unoriginal.

Oh, how I loved Sam. I swear I felt that love reflecting back. That is how I knew he was alive. No, he didn't talk, but he could feel. Gosh, darn it, he was a person!

We've had some fun times, Sam and I. Alas, it hasn't all been rainbows. He's been through some tough times. Old age, has not always been kind. No, his eye patch is not just for show. Unfortunately, the dog had mistakenly identified him as a chew toy on a few occasions resulting in poor brave Sam loosing an eye. He has been the subject of multiple surgeries & re-stuffings by my mother's loving hands. The poor thing is wearing so thin he is beginning to leak stuffing (foam that has dried and appeared to turn to sand) hence the band-aid.

My brother and I, being the sadistic little brats that we were, would attempt to use Sam in efforts to send my mother into a panic for purposes of our own enjoyment. We'd wait for the opportune time. She was in the bathroom, her defenses were down, her view limited. We ran up to the bathroom door. My brother shouted in a panicked voice, "Mom! Mom! Sam's ear is falling off!" She didn't skip a beat, "Don't worry. I can sew his ear back on." Much to our dismay, my mother wasn't fooled, she knew we meant teddy bear Sam, and not her only daughter Sam.

I took him to college with me. It wasn't as though I was childish and couldn't live without him. I just didn't want him to get lonely. I took him for him, not me. I'm selfless like that. ***Sidenote: It's a pretty handy thing I never really worried about being "cool" and couldn't have cared less what other people thought of me, cause I'm pretty sure bringing your teddy to college makes you the weirdo.***

When it came time to come to Australia, of course, I had to take Sam. My dad even gave me the Michigan shirt off his dancing wolverine's back, because he thought Sam might miss Michigan.

So, when it comes to an object that makes me feel at home, Sam is so much more than that. He's not just a teddy. He is love. He is family. He is home.


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17 Comments:

At February 3, 2014 at 11:40 AM , Blogger Yvette Niesel said...

I've got lots of friends like Sam. You'd think they'd be jelly of each other, but no. They keep each other company when I have to be away. They'll help me put on the jacket when the men in white coats come to take me. :)

 
At February 3, 2014 at 11:57 AM , Blogger Samantha said...

Lmao. True friendship - they'll be there for you no matter what. Lol.

 
At February 3, 2014 at 12:46 PM , Blogger C. In Oz said...

Teddies ARE people! Good choice, Sam and Sam.

 
At February 3, 2014 at 1:32 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

Lol. I wish these comments had a like feature.

 
At February 3, 2014 at 2:44 PM , OpenID plungedownunder.com said...

Love your teddy, although since I am from Ohio (I was born in the Ohio State University hospital during a big football game, making it almost impossible for my parents to get to the hospital), I have to ignore the wolverine jumper!

 
At February 3, 2014 at 3:39 PM , Blogger Cosette Paneque said...

I'm guessing the sweater has special meaning too, but have you considered dressing Sam up as a pirate from time to time? I think he'd take to that look very well.

 
At February 3, 2014 at 4:13 PM , Blogger Kelli said...

I took my Sam (Franklin) to college as well. When I lost him, I cried like a baby. When I found him, it was, to this day, one of the best moments of my life! I wish I had him with me, but he's keeping watch over our house in the States... I'll probably bring him back next time.

 
At February 3, 2014 at 6:56 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

Lol. The infamous Ohio State/Michigan rivalry. Gotta love it. I gotta say, it kinda sounds like Ohio State tried to prevent you from coming safely into this world, you may want to switch sides. ;-)

 
At February 3, 2014 at 6:57 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

That is a brilliant idea! I need to keep my eye out for little pirate outfits. Lol.

 
At February 3, 2014 at 7:01 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

I'm so glad you found him again! My heart sank when you said you had lost him. While Franklin is clearly holding down the fort at home at the moment - I am sure he will be very much looking forward to a new adventure - the next time you get the chance to go back to the States.

 
At February 3, 2014 at 8:12 PM , Blogger April said...

Love the entry, and love your sense of humour! I've learned that being cool is totally over rated. ;)

 
At February 3, 2014 at 9:00 PM , Blogger Becky said...

Love that your dad worried Sam might miss Michigan! So glad you had room in your suitcase for him. How lucky you knew your great-grandmother and she gave you this treasure!

 
At February 3, 2014 at 9:26 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

Thanks, April. Why be cool when you can be yourself, right? Lol.

 
At February 3, 2014 at 9:28 PM , Blogger Samantha said...

I have definitely been blessed by thoughtful loving people in my life. :-)

 
At February 4, 2014 at 2:44 AM , Blogger Suhanna S said...

The eye patch on Sam adds an allure to him. I'm not sure if you have seen the video of this girl who recently reunited with her long lost teddy bear. Your post reminded me of it. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrg5q6ZT94k

 
At February 4, 2014 at 10:25 AM , Blogger Samantha said...

Thanks! That video was so sweet. Lol.

 
At February 9, 2014 at 10:32 AM , Blogger Pearl Maple said...

that is a fun story behind sam, the two of you have had many adventures together

 

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