Monday, March 28, 2011

What is Real?

The Velveteen Rabbit
How Toys Become Real (1922)
by Margery Williams

     "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room.  "Does it 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 loves 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."
     "I suppose you are Real?" said the Rabbit.  And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.  But the Skin Horse only smiled.
     "The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said.  "That was a great many years ago, but once you are Real you can't become unreal again.  It lasts for always."

Now I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of babies and young children (except for the ones I'm related to) ... but I am a HUGE fan of children's literature.  I have a shelf in my library of books devoted strictly to children's stories, books, and poetry - Dr. Seuss, A.A. Milne, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Shel Silverstein, among others.  I'm sure you'll be reading some passages from each of them in this blog at some point.   One of my favorite stories is this beautiful fable about love and belonging by Margery Williams ... and I think it speaks for itself.

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