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Saturday, December 7, 2013

Christmas Bear


It was Christmas.
The time of magic.
Wonderment.
And gift-giving.
For a single mom with two little girls, an income sufficient for the necessities and little else, it was a time to get creative.
And Pinterest hadn't been invented yet.
She desperately wanted to give something to the family who cared for her two girls, but what could she afford?
She saw some little clay ornaments in a magazine.
Perfect! She and her girls would make a set of those.
They spent several evenings mixing.
Rolling.
Assembling.
Baking.
Painting.
And detailing.
Six little Christmas bears emerged.
Perfect and beautiful.
They were wrapped and presented.
And very, very much appreciated.
Move forward a few years . . .
Those same Christmas bears were the Tolley family favourite.
A reminder of the precious years when we welcomed two little girls and their lonely single mother into our family.
They were the first things out of the box when we decorated our Christmas tree.
And always handled with care.
Until that Christmas.
Let me tell you about it . . .
Our family had welcomed in two little special needs foster children.
A brother and sister.
Both had come from . . . difficult circumstances.
Christmas was something that had been observed only from a distance.
They were enthralled with everything.
The gifts.
The lights.
The baking.
The tree.
Especially the tree.
Four-year-old Little Girl spent hours looking at that tree.
And when looking wasn't sufficient, she would pull the decorations off.
Systematically tasting each one.
Most were inedible.
But the little salt-clay Christmas bears, that so closely resembled cookies, could, with just a little effort, be eaten.
She did so.
I caught her at it.
“No! Those aren't for eating!”
I took them away and tried to instruct and advise.
Then moved them up, out of reach.
But when I was downstairs doing laundry, she got into them again.
By climbing the tree.
And knocking it over.
A few minutes later, I sadly rescued what was rescue-able.
It wasn't much.
Only scattered, semi-chewed pieces remained.
One precious bear remained intact enough to still hang on the tree.
It hangs there today.
Minus both ears, it 'bears' the scars of its trauma.
Our little foster daughter has grown and gone.
The single mom is married with two more girls - most, themselves married with children of their own.
One, lone bear hangs every year with the other decorations on our tree.
But it isn't just a bear.
It's memories . . .

14 comments:

  1. Loved it last year...still lovin' it.

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    1. One of my favourite Christmas stories! :)

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  2. I'm so glad you were able to rescue one! It's so cute, but also the carrier of memories - a precious thing.

    Your parents were a generous couple, to welcome more kids into the fold.

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    1. And I just noticed, your little bear is hard of hearing :)

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    2. He survived. His ears didn't. Sigh!

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  3. Gosh I love it.
    Poor little bear. Almost got eaten lol
    Kids will always be kids.
    lol

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    1. Oh, the memories in that one little bear! And oh, the teethmarks . . .

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  4. What a very sweet and tender story. Sometimes, the scarred symbols of love are indeed the biggest treasures.
    Blessings!

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  5. Such a precious little bear. Do you suppose he remembers his brothers and sisters each year?

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  6. Those things created and remembered will never disappear, even when eaten by a 4 year old.

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  7. You have such a beautiful way of relating the story.
    Love,
    Chris

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