The Day a Silly Old Bear Became My Unexpected Therapist

What’s your favorite cartoon?

There are certain worlds you fall into as a child without thinking. Then there are the worlds that wait patiently for you, quietly holding space until your heart is old enough to recognize what it needed all along. For me, that world was the Hundred Acre Wood. I didn’t meet Winnie the Pooh until I was eighteen, long after most kids had memorized his songs and followed his honey-scented adventures. And when I finally arrived, it felt like stumbling into the childhood I didn’t know I missed.

Arriving Late to the Hundred Acre Wood

I didn’t grow up with Pooh. By the time I first watched him toddle across the screen, I was eighteen and tired in ways I couldn’t articulate. Childhood had been practical, structured, filled with responsibilities instead of play. So when I finally met that silly old bear, something softened. His world moved at the pace my soul wished life would slow to.

A. A. Milne once wrote, “Rivers know this. There is no hurry. We shall get there someday.” That was the rhythm my heart had been craving. And paired with Proverbs’ reminder that “a cheerful heart is good medicine,” those episodes became my unexpected therapy sessions. I binged everything. Movies. Episodes. Specials. It felt like reclaiming a chapter I didn’t know I needed back.

Isaiah’s promise settled in too: “In returning and rest you shall be saved.” Somehow, God used a cartoon bear to return rest to places in me that had never really known rest at all.

What Pooh Taught Me About Whimsy, Faith, and Being Human

Pooh’s world isn’t childish. It’s honest. The Hundred Acre Wood holds the whole spectrum of being human. Eeyore’s gloom. Piglet’s anxiety. Rabbit’s stress. Tigger’s chaos. And Pooh, moving through life with a simple joy that feels almost holy.

Rainer Maria Rilke once wrote, “Let everything happen to you. Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.” That’s the Wood. A place where everything belongs. Where no one is too much or not enough. A place where innocence is not naïve, but courageous.

And Psalm 23’s “He restores my soul” felt literal there. Restoration through honey pots and red balloons. Healing through gentle friendship. Hope through a bear who believed in naps and snacks and showing up for your friends.

Madeleine L’Engle said, “You don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.” Maybe that is why Pooh felt like home. He gave me back the ages I missed.

Soul Insights

1. Innocence can be reclaimed.

We assume wonder evaporates with age, but it doesn’t. It waits. Meeting Pooh at eighteen proved that innocence is not about timing, but openness. God has a way of returning lost softness through unexpected portals, even animated ones.

2. Whimsy is a form of healing.

Pooh made me laugh at a time when life felt tight and heavy. Whimsy interrupts strain. It gives your spirit room to breathe again. Healing sometimes arrives dressed in simplicity.

3. Community doesn’t need perfection.

Each friend in the Hundred Acre Wood carries their own flaw, fear, or quirk. Yet the beauty is that no one gets replaced. That is the closest reflection of kingdom community I’ve seen. Everyone belongs as they are.

4. Nostalgia can be a teacher.

Learning a childhood world later in life taught me that it’s never too late to receive joy. Nostalgia isn’t just remembering. It’s recovering. It helps us understand what we needed back then and what we still need now.

5. Joy is a spiritual discipline.

Pooh’s world taught me to slow down, savor small delights, and look for God in the ordinary. Joy doesn’t just happen. It is tended. Practiced. Chosen. And it strengthens the soul in ways we underestimate.

Final Thoughts

Pooh wasn’t just a cartoon I watched. He was a doorway into softness, a reminder that God meets us even in the worlds we discover late. Innocence wasn’t taken from me. It was simply waiting for the right moment to return. And when it did, it rebuilt me in ways I still carry.

Your Turn

Revisit something that once brought you joy. A cartoon. A song. A book. A memory. Let yourself feel the restoration in that simple delight. God still uses small things to heal big places.

By the way…

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Thank you for taking the time to read! 🤗

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