Hi. I’m Bobo. This is my brother, Pooh Bear. This is my other brother, Pooh Bear. We are three traveling bears.
Traveling the world might sound amazingly glamorous to you, but let us assure you, it is not. See, while our girls get to go traipsing all over the place seeing new things and meeting new people, we get crammed into backpacks or stuck in a little room. An around-the-world journey as the beloved stuffed animal of a little girl isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. No walks through ancient cities or boat rides through fjords. No African safaris or shopping trips through bustling Asian markets. Nope, not for us. It’s a lot of holding down the fort while our family has fun.
Take for instance our recent day in La Paz, Bolivia. We flew in, spent a single night, and then got dragged back to the airport the next morning. The highlights for us were the friendly Bolivian lady in baggage claim who kept saying how “precioso” we were and the taxi ride to the hotel.
However, this is what our girls got to see during our short stay in this massive urban area surrounded by the snow-capped peaks of the Andes and filled with public parks, bizarre cultural markets, interesting people and beautiful architecture.
I mean, come on. This has to be some sort of emotional stuffed-animal abuse, don’t you think? Although, it’s not our girls’ fault we haven’t seen much on this journey. They would take us everywhere if it weren’t for their high-strung, paranoid parents. “No, you cannot take Bobo to tour around Paris, Alison! What if he gets lost?” Bluh…such killjoys.
However, being left behind during all of these cool, international experiences doesn’t mean we aren’t loved. In fact, even though they seem like major buzzkills most of the time, we think “Mama” and “Daddy” care about us almost as much as our girls do. They know the important role we’ve played in this family’s trip around the world. Through all the changes our girls experience, we’re always there. We’re the consistency. With each new country, new city, new apartment and new bedroom we’re the constant companions, the nightly cuddle partners and the anytime playmates. “Mama” and “Daddy” are just protective of us because they know how much we mean to our girls.
And to be honest, we have had some really good times. We drove all over Europe and got to go on a camping trip in the wilderness of Ethiopia. We’ve played in some pretty cool backyards and toured the inside of many airports. We did have one unfortunate airport incident where my nose fell off in the check-in line, a highly traumatic moment for both Alison and myself. Luckily, with a little superglue I was good as new. We also had to be decontaminated due to lice outbreaks a couple times. Tumbling around in hot drying machines definitely isn’t my cup of tea, but Pooh Bear and Pooh Bear seemed to enjoy themselves. (They’re kind of adrenaline junkies, those two.) We also have a pretty good group of friends to hang out with when the girls aren’t around. The fourteen of us have a lot of fun together. That is, when Pink Owl isn’t fighting to be the center of attention. (He’s such a showboat.)
We know this travel experience makes us pretty unique when it comes to stuffed toys. Our girls loved us before, but this journey has sealed the deal. The three of us have secured our positions in their hearts forever. Needless to say, we have no fear of the spring cleaning charity box. (I don’t think Pink Owl should feel the same, though.)
He said, “You become. It takes a long time.
That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily,
or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off,
and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly,
except to people who don’t understand.”
~ The Velveteen Rabbit