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Ode to moms everywhere

Ever get that feeling, when you’re looking for just the right card, that nothing is good enough? That nothing written by somebody else could possibly express what you want to say to the special person you’re thinking about? I get that feeling all the time. And because none of the cards in the world are truly good enough for my mom (and I’m sure you’ve felt the same way), I thought I’d write this ode to moms (shhh… it’s especially for you, Mom). My wish is that every mom who reads this knows that they’ve done something right and wonderful for their children. It’s a little thank you, a note to say “you’re totally pawsome,” for every mom out there.

Hey, Mom,

I don’t know how you do it, “it” meaning every single little thing.

You brought me here and fixed me up, you even gave me wings.

You raised me to be myself, not knowing what that was.

You just knew you’d love me because I was yours; just because.

Of course I fought and yelled and screamed, even when I knew you were right,

And you just said, ‘Someday you’ll understand,’ as I angered with all my might.

You were more than a perfect student of all the tests I put you through,

Although, the lessons were mine to learn – something you always knew.

In fact, with a mom as inspiring as you, I grew to have no doubt,

How incredible your beauty was, on the inside and the out.

I think we’ve grown, and you’ve become my friend more and more,

I think, ‘Wow, there’s just no one like you. I totally scored!’

I just hope that someday, for my babes, I might be

Even a teeny tiny piece, of what you are for me.

- Molly Saunders, Digital Bear

 


Me and my mom

My name is Molly and I work on the Digital Team at Build-A-Bear Workshop. You’ll probably see that many stories and blog posts will be written by me. I figured some of you might eventually want to know the person writing them, so here is MY story of becoming a bear.

When I was 12 years old, I was running errands with my mom on a Saturday afternoon. We had one of those pointy-nosed mini vans with the new bucket seats in the front and I finally got to sit in one of them. At one point during our afternoon trek, my mom turned to me and said, “Guess who I met with today?” Of course, I had no idea. “Who?” I asked, wondering why it mattered, since normally her work days were not very interesting to me. “I met with an old friend of mine, we worked together a long time ago. And she wants to create a store where you get to make your own teddy bear!”

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