The Bear and his Boy: A Love Story



I've driven this road a thousand times before. The lake is low for this time of year, the place where it used to rise void of the chaparral that lines dots the rest of the hillside. Anthony is singing, something about 'roni and cheese, and talking about his bear. He named him Vince, after his little brother. Vince is the Hobbs to Anthony's Calvin. And when he woke up this morning, Vince was gone.

I never thought I'd be the kind of mother to drive an hour each way to pick up a stuffed bear, but here I am. Anthony's sobs of were enough to drive a hole through my heart, and I couldn't fathom spending the next three days without Vince the Bear.

He spent the night outside of my Nonna and Nonno's house, beside the jacuzzi where we had played the day before. He was dew soaked, or perhaps tear soaked, if the little bear missed his boy as much as the boy missed the bear. When we walk through the familiar doors of the house, Anthony zips passed his great grandparents to the table, wear Vince waits for him.

"My bear!"  He wraps his arms around him, smiling and kissing him. "Mom, my bear? Vince?"

"Yes, you found him."

"Yeahhh."

He doesn't let Vince out of his arms, walking with Nonno around the backyard. He puts him on the chair beside him, shares his water. He tells his bear stories, like the stories I tell him before bedtime. It seems impractical, to drive all that way for a bear. But Anthony loves him, and love like that isn't something that happens every day. We accept no substitutions, no other bears will do.

Photo: Reunited and it feels so good.
Yes, we cloth diaper our boys and bears.


I STILL HATE PICKLES

6 comments:

  1. What a sweet story! My favorite line in your post was "He spent the night outside of my Nonna and Nonno's house, beside the jacuzzi where we had played the day before. He was dew soaked, or perhaps tear soaked, if the little bear missed his boy as much as the boy missed the bear." Your writing gives the bear life. Thank you for sharing!


    P.S. I like your police box mug!

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  2. I'm not sure if you know this, but I STILL sleep with my childhood teddy bear. He is a grayish color, fur gone and matted into a sandpaper-y. Last year, a dog ate his glass eyes. More than once, long drives were made on his account. I'm sure my parents wondered if it was worth it, but clearly, Teddy is still claiming his spot. I loved this and the details even from the scene, like chaparral. Those things make it real. Great scene, great choice of love. Clearly, I relate. :)

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  3. The things we will do for our little ones. They certainly teach us a great deal about love, don't they? Thanks for capturing this moment through your words!

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  4. Just a wonderful story. In some ways I may have been sadder than my son when he gave up his Lion. This is also about bigger love - your love and respect for what was important to your son.

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  5. Our eldest daughter still has Señor Oso (a pink bear), who has reached the ripe old age of 21 and has to share Laura's affections with Louis (her husband ;) ). I'm glad you didn't let a drive come between your boy and his bear.

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  6. aw, such an adorable story. what a great mom you are to pick up his "lost" bear. :)
    p.s. i love your TARDIS mug!

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