One Christmas in particular stands out in my mind. My son’s first Christmas. I was a single mom and quite broke. Of course being the type of mom I am, I wanted to provide a lavish spread for my 6-month-old baby boy’s first Christmas.
I decided that I would make him something for Christmas. I had an old denim skirt that I didn’t wear any more. I also had an old sewing machine. My baby boy would have a handmade bear for Christmas. I had enough money for the pattern for the bear.
I already had the rest of the materials I needed because I sewed all the time back then. Mom let me have some stuffing she had. I began building the first Christmas Teddy Bear. Little did I know I was starting a tradition for myself.
I diligently sewed all the seams so that the stuffing wouldn’t sneak out. I stuffed him big and fat and hand sewed the back shut. I made sure that arms and ears were secure.
Then I had to make a face. Being the over protective mom I am I decided that, although a lot of teddy’s had button eyes, I didn’t want to take the chance that he might pull them off. I decided to embroider square blue eyes, nose and mouth using just thread.
After I got done I sat my little fat blue jean Christmas bear in a chair and looked at him. Pleased with the little Christmas bear I had just finished, I wrapped him in paper like a candy and put a bow on him. Under the tree he went.
Christmas morning finally came and though he was only six months old he tore into the package like a pro. Once he discovered the bear inside he hugged it to him. It made me so happy that he liked it. It brought tears to my eyes.
Even now twenty years later it still brings tears to my eyes to think about. He kept his pooky, as he later named him, for all these years. He is married now and lives far away but he still has that old now flat teddy at his home and he still loves him.
When my daughter was born, out of the new tradition I created, I made her one for her first Christmas. Many years after that a wonderful man came into my life and he had a daughter (my bonus kid as I call her), so since he and I decided to become a family, I made her one for her first Christmas with me.
I think I will probably continue this tradition with my grandkids as well.