Redneck Review

Friday, August 19, 2005

I'm so lonesome, I could cry.

Thursday was the first day of school for the kids. This is
Little Bear, #2 son's favorite companion. Not just at bedtime.
He carries Little Bear to sit in the living room and watch TV,
propped on a pillow beside him. He takes Little Bear with
us to Wal-mart, but I insist that he remains in the car (the
bear, not the boy, because I'm pretty sure there are laws
about that kind of stuff). Little Bear lays on his shoulder
while he plays GameBoy.

Little Bear is looking kind of haggard. He has been rolled on
and slobbered over for only 6 months. He came attached to
a box of Valentine candy that Hillbilly Husband gave me.
The box laid around for a while with just those one or two
pieces that nobody likes, but you don't want to throw away.
#2 son timidly asked, "Mom, if you don't mind, could I sleep
with your bear one night? I will take really good care of him."
So I cut him off the Valentine box with a steak knife (the bear,
not the boy, because I'm pretty sure there are laws about that
kind of stuff), and deposited him in the waiting arms of my
just-turned-7-year-old son. The next morning he brought the
bear back and said, "I could take care of him for a while if you
want me to." So I told him he could adopt my little bear, and
that's what he named him.

I have seen Little Bear riding on the armrest of the car. I
have seen him in a seat by himself. The most touching thing
was one morning after dropping the kids off at school, I
had to get something out of the back, and saw that #2 had
buckled Little Bear into his seat belt. Every morning when
he got out, he said, "I know you will take good care of
Little Bear while I am at school."

This summer they were inseparable. #2 walks through the
house with Little Bear on his shoulder. He can do almost
anything without putting down the bear, though he does
leave him out of the bathroom. "I wouldn't want him to fall
in the toooiiiiiiillllllllet," he says with his funny little drawl.

So Little Bear looked quite forlorn the first day of school,
what with his worn-out little face, sitting alone in the car.

I guess he's better than an imaginary friend.


  • At 9:59 PM, Blogger deadpanann said…

    Aww that's so sweet! I too had a bear named Bear, and in fact I still have him. I no longer sleep with him or carry him to the grocery store, but if I'm lying in bed at night and it happens to occur to me that I don't know where he is, I have to get up and find him before I can sleep. And I still sleep with him when I'm sick. Anyway, you'd better take care of Little Bear like your boy's telling you to. I remember placing Bear just so on my bed in the mornings before school. The goal was to place him in a position that would be comfortable to stay in all day long. I so believed he had feelings and that his well-being was dependent on me.

  • At 9:31 AM, Blogger Redneck Diva said…

    That is so precious! He looks very lonely sitting in that car seat.

    Sam has a blanket he calls ChooChoo and he's the same way. He's all tough one minute and the next you see him dragging that blanket around. He kind of reminds me of Linus because that blanket can be a super hero's cape, a whip to tame wild tigers and such, a rope to save his sister princess from emminent peril at the hands of a dragon . . . and he drapes it over his shoulder while he steals cars playing PS2. The innocence of childhood, huh.

    Take good care of Little Bear, Hillbilly Mom! Don't let him get too hot in that car all day!

  • At 3:37 PM, Blogger Rebecca said…

    Hi Hillbilly Mom,
    Thnaks for filling my eyes with tears. That is such a sweet story.

  • At 9:59 PM, Blogger Babs said…


  • At 3:03 AM, Blogger Rachy said…

    don't go knocking imaginary friends! I'm sure you're not surprised that I had a few as a child... they used to play with my teddy bears as well!


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