About a week ago, I decided to donate a bear myself. This one would stay with me, attend events, and generally man (bear?) the controls at Traveling Bear Central. I am not crafty (and it turns out the logistics of having people make bears is more difficult than I expected), so it would have to be a purchase. Build-A-Bear had this little guy, who looks quite a bit like the bear in our logo, so I just couldn't resist inviting him to join the fold. His arrival today proved that he's the perfect addition.
It's been a rough week at Traveling Bear Central. A nasty virus has run rampant in my daughter's daycare, and she brought it home to me. Add to that, my husband has had late nights all week, so the baby and I have been struggling quite a bit.
This morning, I woke up feeling worse than ever. I won't go into the gory details (no one likes phlegm stories), but suffice it to say when the baby started crying, my first thought was, "I know how you feel, kid." It was all I could do to get her ready for daycare, promising myself I'd crawl right back into bed as soon as I got home. But a text from my husband changed those plans. There was a box on the doorstep, he said, that hadn't been there when he came home late last night. (I can only imagine this is how Santa operates when you're an adult.) It was the bear!
Note: I'll name him later, when I'm feeling less delirious.
And so, on a day when I feel absolutely rotten, the universe (along with, well, me) sent me a bear. Did he cure my cold, make me stop coughing, or help me feel well rested? Of course not. But he brought a smile to my face on a gray day. It just goes to show that sending someone a Traveling Bear doesn't have to be a grand gesture. We all go through everyday struggles that, when you're in the thick of it, can feel just as tough as the big stuff. We've said from the beginning that everyone deserves someone to hug. Today, I got someone.
It's been a rough week at Traveling Bear Central. A nasty virus has run rampant in my daughter's daycare, and she brought it home to me. Add to that, my husband has had late nights all week, so the baby and I have been struggling quite a bit.
This morning, I woke up feeling worse than ever. I won't go into the gory details (no one likes phlegm stories), but suffice it to say when the baby started crying, my first thought was, "I know how you feel, kid." It was all I could do to get her ready for daycare, promising myself I'd crawl right back into bed as soon as I got home. But a text from my husband changed those plans. There was a box on the doorstep, he said, that hadn't been there when he came home late last night. (I can only imagine this is how Santa operates when you're an adult.) It was the bear!
Note: I'll name him later, when I'm feeling less delirious.
And so, on a day when I feel absolutely rotten, the universe (along with, well, me) sent me a bear. Did he cure my cold, make me stop coughing, or help me feel well rested? Of course not. But he brought a smile to my face on a gray day. It just goes to show that sending someone a Traveling Bear doesn't have to be a grand gesture. We all go through everyday struggles that, when you're in the thick of it, can feel just as tough as the big stuff. We've said from the beginning that everyone deserves someone to hug. Today, I got someone.