The Velveteen Rabbit

Had a minor mental break tonight.  Cried hysterically and freaked my husband out.  Now that I’m back in my right mind… or at least the mind that is right for me, I can’t sleep.  So here is what I have been thinking on.

“The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by and by break thier mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys and would never turn into anything else.  For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.

” “What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit oned day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy up the room. ” Does is mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

” “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child love you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“”Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.

“”Sometimes”, said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“”Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“”It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.  Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.””

                                                                                   Excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit by Marjory Williams

God is still loving the hairs off of me, and it hurts. Wonder how long this will take.



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