snugger

It’s obviously a societal thing. If you have a baby, you want things with teddies on. I mean, don’t you?

Um, no. Not all of us actually want everything to have teddies on. Some of us have gone as far as to knit a black jumper and booties (pics to follow when I’ve managed to sew them up) to counter all the pastel-teddy stuff that is otherwise floating their way.

Now, there are certain members of my family that will argue that I like teddies (well, stuffed toys). I shall not deny it. Indeed I cannot deny it. I have a soft spot for soft toys. I have even made soft toys. And shall continue to do so. But I would counter-argue that a soft toy and a picture of a soft toy is a different thing. Just as a vase of fresh flowers is a wonderful thing, but a painting of a vase of flowers doesn’t have quite the same effect.

I’m also not saying that I abhor all things with teddies on. I bought a rather nice wrap with a bear and rabbit on it, and a towel with Paddington Bear (who is of course, a teddy, really). But one can go too far.

As I have been told many times though. Babies grow out of things quickly, you won’t be looking at the things for too long. But still. The selfish part of my nature is pained that society’s stereotypes are being enforced on my child before it’s even been born, and unless I spend a lot of money and/or time buying or making the clothes/blankets/whatever I’d be happier with, there’s nothing I can do about it.

And why is this even annoying me? I don’t know. Perhaps it’s the jealous maternal instinct kicking in already. The desire to keep my baby safe from, well, everything.

And of course that includes aggravating, but ridiculous, things that will have no bearing on their life whatsoever.

Probably.