When I opened my police station, I expected plaques or mugs to mark the milestone. Instead, my mom handed me a hand-knitted teddy bear. I thought it was a joke—until months later, in the middle of chaos, that simple bear calmed a terrified child in my arms. 💛🐻
What started as one bear became quilts for recovering addicts, mittens for premature babies, and countless trauma bears for victims who just needed to feel seen.
My hero is Mom. Behind every stitch, she weaves comfort, hope, and a quiet reminder: you matter. ✨
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