I have a teddy bear at the end of my bed. It’s over 40 years old and I wouldn’t part with it for all the money in the world. Every night the hubby kicks it off the bed, and every morning I put it back on the bed again. It’s going nowhere. It’s been with me through bad and good and I guess it can still act like a reassuring comfort blanket at times. Who hasn’t cried into a teddy bear at one time or another? Teddy Bears are an absolute stable of every child’s life, and my boy Joe is no exception. He’s almost 7 and tries to be…