The kids use him as a punching bag- left hooks, karate kicks, head butts, he’s known them all.
When they outgrow their clothes, their mother gives it to him. He wears them without grumbling- better than being naked any day.
Sometimes, the kids snuggle into him, shower him with kisses and hug him tight.
Many a tear has been shed on his shoulder, he’s given more comfort than most his age.
But sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes he had a companion who was consistent. Someone with whom to swap secrets and sit companionably enjoying the silence.
Teddies need friends too.