The Every Day ... Another Morning

Good morning. Rise and shine. Wake up teddies.

Blue Teddy and Bunny are still fast asleep.

Little A, however, is bursting with the new day.

"I want a cuddle Mummy."
"Can I bring Thomas Teddy?."

"Can you take my grow bag off?"

"I want my pyjama bottoms on."

"I want my fluffy socks."

"Can you put my dressing gown on?"

"Is Daddy still sleeping?"

"No, you can't go to the toilet."

"Carry me up the stairs."

"I want a big Weetabix and a little Weetabix." 

... "and what's the magic word?" ...

"Please."

A lone sock. The washing is dry.

Dishes to unload. Clean bowls for breakfast.

"Mummy, can I have another Weetabix?"

"Wait a moment."
"I'm just making my porridge."

A glass of fizzing Berocca, a St John's Wort tablet and a mug of chamomile tea.

I sit hunched at the table.
The laptop is open.
My porridge tastes good.

Milky cereal lumped on the table.
Sigh.

"Mummy can I have another Weetabix?"

... "and what's the magic word?" ...

"Please."

Thoughts escaping through the kitchen window.

Wondering. Hoping. Dreaming.

Bored.

The plot for my novel lacks colour. Why am I bothering?

Need to fill the tank with petrol.

It's raining again.

My phone just buzzed.

Must add kitchen wipes to the shopping list ...

"Little A, we need to change your nappy and get dressed."

"Can I have two minutes playtime?"

... "and what's the magic word?" ...

"Please."

Watching cars, cats and the school run on a step stool.

Pink Kitty is indifferent.

Dressed in beige and waiting impatiently for Grandma.

The doorbell rings.  

"Mummy, its Grandma!"

Grandma climbs the stairs bearing surprises and hugs.

"Grandma, I'm going to the park."

"Can I put my wellington boots on?"

... "and what's the magic word?" ...

"Please."

I'm linking this post up with The Gallery. This weeks photographic theme is 'The Everyday'. 

#Once upon a time - My Favourite Bear

Once upon a time .....

My favourite bear was blue.

He was christened Blue Teddy; a simple name for an honest bear.

Blue Teddy

He's the only bear or toy that's survived my childhood. I think he was given to me when I was about three years old but its hard to tell as I have no clear recollection. Old photos confirm the appearance of Blue Teddy at around this age of my life. I'm sure he was very fluffy and rotund once. Now he's all cuddled out and consequently a two dimensional ted. He sits on the end of my bed as threadbare as the moon with a gaping hole down his left side and small, discreet punctures around the neck. His right shoulder has stuffing missing so that the adjoining arm hangs loosely by his side. This must have been the arm I lovingly dragged him around by.

Blue Teddy - The two dimensional bear

Old wise Blue Teddy. He's borne witness to the entire passage of my life. Was he in my bedroom the day I lost my virginal innocence? Probably. Poor Blue Ted. The things he's seen. I remember Blue Teddy accompanying me everywhere; to my grandparents on quiet Sunday afternoons, annual family holidays on the sandy beaches of Southern Cornwall, and to the loo. Then somewhere in my teenage years I let go of childish things and Blue Teddy sat unnoticed, unloved, in a corner of my bedroom with my other discarded toys.

When I left home Blue Teddy was bagged up and stored with the rest of my history in the attic. He didn't reappear in my life until my late twenties, after HIM, the not so nice boyfriend. I wanted to reconnect with happier times and Blue Teddy was the dependable bridge to my past. Perched on my pillow, Blue Teddy has been a reassuringly silent presence ever since.

To carry on the tradition I gave Little A a blue bear of her own but she prefers mummy's teddy. I once found her attempting to fasten a nappy onto him. Blue Teddy didn't appreciate this judging by the displeased frown above his beady glass eyes. The other day I caught her throwing my geriatric ted around the lounge. She'd lobbed him about with his weakened, floppy arm, "Little A be gentle, he's an old, tired, grumpy bear not unlike your mummy". But most days Blue Teddy can be found securely squashed into Little A's pram, taken on shopping trips and sight seeing tours around our flat.

Another shopping trip 

Blue Teddy has almost been like a guardian angel, a steadying anchor, to the narrative of my life. He contains the whole story, marking the never ceasing passage of time; childhood, teenager, the first kiss, first boyfriend, O'level's, A level's, university, jobs, careers, moving to London, Younger Dad, the birth of Little A. The story goes on... Friends and family have come and gone but Blue Teddy remains like a stubborn flag pole, the one constant buoy, if a little frayed and threadbare, in an impermanent world.

Good ole' Blue Teddy.

A generation of Blue Teddies

So once upon a time, what did you enjoy (or dislike) doing, seeing or creating? It could be anything. What were you like many moons ago? Do you have a once upon a time story to tell or picture to share? It could be a happy, sad or humorous tale. The skies the limit. I've decided to turn this into a monthly meme blog hop thing. So do Link up below and grab the badge code ... and don't forget to tweet #onceuponatime.

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I am also linking up with A Mummy's Too's Favourite Childhood Toy Meme.