Backstory of Ate Bear ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
In our church community, I started giving people animal call signs. Some call me “bunny” 🐰, others call me “ducky” 🦆.
But in one specific group, we became a family of bears 🐻.
There are five of us: Mama Bear, Papa Bear, Baby Bear, Gummy Bear, and Little Bear.
I was Baby Bear.
I honestly don’t remember when it started.
Mama Bear called me “Baby Bear” so often that she sometimes forgets my real name. Papa Bear isn’t really into the whole nickname thing. Gummy Bear didn’t like his name at first, but I think he’s accepted it now (lol). He’s almost 8 years old and loves teasing me—he calls me “Lazy Bear” or “Crazy Bear” instead.
Little Bear is a 4-year-old girl. She used to be very shy, but after getting comfortable with people at church, she started showing her personality more. When she finally began calling me “Baby Bear,” everyone noticed. That’s how most people in church started calling me that too.
Fast forward to this year—Little Bear learned about being an “ate” (older sister), and she wanted to be one. She even asked me to call her “ate,” but I told her she’s still the baby, and I’m the ate.
So we updated the bear system.
I went from Baby Bear to Ate Bear.
And she went from Little Bear to Baby Bear.
It’s a bit chaotic—but also really adorable.
Now I’m thinking… maybe I should blog about our bear family and our church life too.
Let me know if you’d like to read more about that.
It started as a small, silly thing—just nicknames in a little group—but it slowly became something that feels like home. “Ate Bear” isn’t just a name. It’s a reminder of the people, the moments, and the kind of warmth I want to carry into this space.
This is the name I now use on my blog after joining BearBlog—so if you came from that post, now you know where it all began. 🐻