After a happy, but very hectic weekend, we were busy wiping the sticky little handprints from every surface, vacuuming up sand from trips to the beach and resetting the dials on everything from the dishwasher to the music system and washing machine following a visit from our two-year-old grandson and tempestuous fiveyear-old granddaughter.
Then the phone rang and our daughter said the words we had been dreading for years: “Teddy is missing. Is he still with you?” Anyone who has lived with a child who is deprived of a beloved toy or blanket will know what happened next.
Nanna and Grandpa swung into action and the search began. We looked under every couch, cushion, bedcover and piece of furniture and in every cupboard and crevice, all the while delivering a live commentary down the phone line to an increasingly worried mother on the other end.
I headed outside to the three acres of possible hiding places. It seemed that we had played, picnicked or gardened across every single inch of the property, as we searched and searched for the elusive bear in birdbaths, the vegetable patch, the worm farm and under every possible bush and plant.
Suddenly, Grandpa had a brilliant thought. “The caravan! I’ll bet he’s in the caravan.” Much earlier that morning, we had all squashed into our tiny van for a morning tea party. I held my breath as he toiled up the steep steps to the garage and disappeared inside. A shout and a wave signalled what we had hoped. Teddy was safe and sound.
With that first part of the problem solved, we just needed to convince his sad little owner that he would be well looked after until we could get him into the post office the following day.
Thank goodness that this Nanna is
tech savvy. A photo and reassuring text from Teddy did the trick and there were not too many tears at bedtime.
The following day Teddy became a minor celebrity at our little country post office as the kindly woman behind the counter made sure that he was very firmly and safely packed into his travel bag.
Others waiting in line then joined in with their own nostalgic stories of little ones sitting for hours under the washing line waiting for the bear or blanket to dry when it simply had to be washed, or the painful parting of ways when school days began.
Next day, as Teddy’s adventures spread via Facebook, thanks again to Nanna, he made his way safely home.
I swear that he is smiling in the photo that captured his joyful reunion with his little owner.
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