Way back in July, I wrote about my genius mother move in buying a spare security bear for Ben. “Bo-Bo” had been discontinued and once Ben developed a deep attachment for him, I tracked down a second on e-bay. Shortly after, the spare was discovered much to my dismay. For weeks, Ben schlepped the two of them all around, somehow misplacing one along the way. I looked everywhere. Under beds, in closets, suitcases, the pantry, school… Everywhere. He was gone. There were no more on e-bay and I would just have to pray that we never lost the one and only Bo-Bo we now had.
Last night, we all went out to dinner. Afterwards, we walked over to Marshall’s to get some new PJ’s for the kids. Lily and Ben lusted after all the toys while Jeff and I examined racks of nightgowns and flannel pajamas. Suddenly Lily shouted “Bo-Bo” and my heart skipped a beat. Could there really another Manhattan Bear, style 6743, right here in a Marshall’s less than two miles from my house? What were the chances?!! Score! I peered over and saw the familiar ear peeking out from behind the Snoopy dolls and stuffed hearts. I started to pull him out from the bin, just giddy with my new acquisition. But then I realized something. Something amazing. This was not a Bo-Bo. This was the Bo-Bo. The Bo-Bo with the raspberry bar still stuck in his paw. The Bo-Bo boasting a faint smell of popcorn and wet dog. The Bo-Bo with the tear on his left ear and tag with my son’s initials on his bottom. It was nothing short of a miracle!
Once the shock and awe wore off, the reality if Bo-Bo’s journey hit me. I’d been to that Marshall’s many, many times since July. I’ve often rummaged through those toy bins and never once spotted the familiar tan bear. Where had he been hiding all this time? It had been six months! Why had an employee never trashed him? How many children had grabbed him only to have their disgusted mothers chuck him back? Oh the journey our poor little bear had seen. Corduroy had nothing on him. If only he could speak, the stories he would tell.
Found Bo-Bo will be getting prime real estate in Ben’s room tomorrow, after receiving a good washing with extra detergent. The other one is headed to the closet for safe keeping– I always want to know where at least one of them is located. But, first I’m letting poor Bo-Bo spend the night in my bed. He’s definitely earned it.