
It's been a long long day. Up at 5.30 am, children delivered to grandparents and then in hospital at just gone 7am. Two newspapers, eight election manifestos, one magazine and several chapters of a book later at lunchtime, I finally get to the canteen for a coffee while R is in theatre.
We arrive home with instructions, drops and eye patch, several hours later, exhausted...
The children, emotional... relieved but emotional.
Their Dad, their hero, always and forever their hero...
The one with bigger and better stories, more adventures than they can imagine, the biggest kid on the block...the invincible... suddenly out of action, disarmed and vulnerable.
So enters our unsung hero, the bear, quietly creating unseen mischief in our absence.
Frequently found out on tops of cupboards and sliding down curtains. He misbehaves terribly at dentists, pinching stickers and sitting on lights, making comments at inconsiderate people and always taking our side... regardless...
the lovable scallywag who never fails to deliver love and loyalty.
He's been rummaging in the bathroom, and spotting us driving in, and spying R's patch, doesn't want to be left out...
By the time we arrive in, he is complete with patch and tucked up in S's bed.... feigning empathy I wonder...?
He does however stem S's tears of love and relief and brings a smile and laughter back to the house. He talks and answers back, and sometimes just listens...
often he says silly stupid things and has to be corrected...
he can say all the things that are too hard to say...
Most of the time I shake my head in disbelief at 'duck' the bear... (his name is another story)
other times I am exceedingly grateful...
worryingly I am almost convinced he has a personality...
But you couldn't wish for a wiser, more helpful, outrageously wicked, and naughty, compassionate little guy in the world...
He is tucked up sleeping and so are the rest of this family...
imaginations quietened and settled by a soft bear rescued from a funfair last summer...