Mom and Dad married in the 70's. Like many of their peers, they were young lovers and started off in married life right away (unlike my backwards generation, but that's a topic for another time). As they began their new life together, they discussed children, to which Dad said, "We will wait three years, and then we will think of children." Ha! I was born 16 months after their wedding. No matter, they were very happy to welcome me into their family of two --- now three! In fact, Dad was so excited after I was born he saw three stuffed bears for sale (a father bear, a mother bear, and a baby bear), and he bought them and brought them to mom and me. From that day forward, they were my bears, though I didn't really play with them much. Maybe they were just so special, that they were meant for safe keeping. Thankfully so, because today, 30-something years later, I still have them in fairly good condition (although, thanks to my sister, the baby bear is missing an eye!). Not only do I have the bears, but it came with the picture they took of little scrawny me (that's the only way I can describe my first days), sitting together with my bears.
Recently I gave birth to our first born child. Now we are a family: my husband, me, and my son. I no longer represent the baby bear, but my son does. I'm very happily graduated to the mommy bear. As for my husband, he never knew that in saying "I do", he would one day be represented by a teddy bear! He's a proud and happy father, and certainly doesn't mind a bit! Now the bears will belong to my little boy, along with my picture, AND along with his own picture of himself holding my picture and sitting with these special keepsakes. Will the bears survive his playing with them to see the day when his own son or daughter will inherit them? Time will tell.
It's so sweet to have a keepsake, especially since my father has past away now. But my boy has the teddy bears his "Opa" once bought on the occasion of my birth!