TD

It doesn't take much to remind me of how it used to be.  I clean my children's rooms and find things, trinkets, notes that remind me how I so miss them.   Today, I found Monica's teddy bear stashed in her magazine bin.  "TD" we call him (our private and funny reference to how our Bisaya friends say "teddy").  I gave her TD on my first year here in the US.  TD used to be her "bed mate".  She props him up in the middle of the bed after she makes her bed. Now faded, a little limp, and his smile barely visible, he looks old and needs a little sprucing up.

I know you outgrow things and move on as you mature.  Like your Barbie dolls, your teen magazines,  your tacky Halloween costumes.  But TD?  It is weird that I feel sad for him.  Maybe it is just a reflection of how I THINK I am feeling myself?