At first I thought, oh no, he doesn't have one. He has never really been into teddy bears or soft toys apart from his dad's childhood Snoopy (which is very well loved now!) and a yellow duck. He loved both of these when he was one and couldn't sleep without them. Then his little pillow became his 'best friend'. Seriously, he's like another member of the family. He calls him Little Po and we have even made a birthday cake for him/it/the pillow! Even at five, Little Po is still very important and he still sleeps with him/it every night. He's hardly a teddy bear, however.
I rummaged through his sister's room because we gave all of his soft toys to her. I found a lovely brown teddy bear that his teacher actually gave him when he was born. I had totally forgotten she gave him this gift. (We used to work together and our husbands work together.) I also found a lovely little brown bear with patches that is oh so cute and thought it would be perfect for the picnic. Then I remembered the one I knitted for him when he was two. He took quite a liking to Blue Bear and at one point used to sleep with him, too. But Little Po was always No. 1.
So I lined these three teddy bears up in front of him this afternoon and told him to take his pick.
Want to guess which one he chose?
My heart did a little flip-flop. I felt so warm and fuzzy that he chose the one I lovingly made for him. But then I had my first school mum nervous attack (other than the first day nerves!). I thought...
What if he gets ridiculed for having a daggy teddy?
What if all the other kids have gorgeous 'proper' teddies?
What if someone laughs at his teddy??
Then I tried to be a little bit sensible and told myself surely there will be all kinds of well worn, much loved toys. This is a Prep class, surely they wouldn't be judgmental of teddy bears!!
And is this just my issue anyway? I have never been able to cope with being laughed at, ridiculed or being made fun of. He has a lot more confidence than I ever did at that age. He probably wouldn't be bothered if someone laughed...or would he?
Oh, the angst of being a school mum!