About two years ago, we went to a Brewer game with the girls. They were behaving wonderfully. I made the mistake of telling them they could have whatever they wanted as a souvenier.
Rebecca, being the more reasonable of the two, picked out a pink Brewer hat. Rachel, however, spotted a teddy bear in a Brewer shirt and insisted on it. I, being cheap, tried to talk Rachel into something less expensive. A promise is a promise and she happily clutched the reasonably named Teddy Brewers and walked back to our seats.
Teddy Brewers has been her BFF ever since. She sleeps with him every night. She uses him as a pillow most nights.
Eariler today, Rachel ran downstairs, holding Teddy Brewers closely, near tears and in hysterics. (I should clarify. Rachel was in tears, not Teddy Brewers.) “Mommy, look!” she demanded. “I used Teddy Brewers as a pillow too much. Look!” I looked at the jolly little bear. His seam started ripping. There was about a 2 inch gap.
I had Rachel go back to her bedroom, leaving Teddy Brewers with me. Scott found some thread for me. As I sewed him up, I called Rachel down to see the surgery and to be my assistant. She handed me the scissors as I tied off the last “suture”. She carefully carried him back to her room.
I told Scott that I felt like crying. It was the panic in her voice. The hysterics. The way she absolutely trusted us to take care of her friend.
I told him that I wanted to take Rachel’s teddy to a doll hospital to have him restuffed and sewn back together. Then I realized that really wouldn’t work that well. She can’t sleep without him.
Teddy Brewers will return to his rightful place in Rachel’s bed with her arms wrapped tightly around him.