“Give me my Bunny!” he said. “You mustn’t say that. He isn’t a toy. He’s REAL!”

June 21, 2010
Ah, the Velveteen Rabbit. I read that story to my kindergarten class and when the bunny was to be burned because he carried germs, the girls all cried and most of the boys cheered. 🙂
The Velveteen Rabbit

But they were all happy when he was real. (And while clicking on the pic takes you to Amazon.com – my state doesn’t allow me to participate in their rewards program. I use the pictures they have so I don’t have to Google and link.)

Which bring me to the point of this post – I have, and always have had, an attachment to inanimate objects. When I was about 4, I left my D-Duck (the ultimate lovey – and it was a chicken) at a hotel. My parents had it shipped to me, and while I was upset about having lost it, I was more upset that he had to be in a box alone. In the dark. With no air holes.

I’ve carted stuffed animals with me from place to place (just a few, I don’t have a fetish or anything). I have about 5 or 6 that hold some kind of memory that hits me when I open the box they’re in – mostly from when I lived in New Jersey. Parting with them is unthinkable. I suppose one day I’ll give them to Bella.

When I was younger, I thought that my dolls and animals came to life once I left the room (like in the Little Princess how she tries to catch them). I would turn D-Duck over at night facing up so “he could breathe”. lol

And now? Well, in some ways I still have this. Take my house – I was thinking the other day, “We’re the only owners that have ever lived here. We had it built and picked out the colors and have put so much work into it. I’ll miss it.” Even though this sounds crazy, a part of me wonders if it will miss us.

When my parents sold a home we had lived in for 10 years – longer than anywhere, ever – I was living in San Diego. I told them later, “I didn’t even get to say goodbye to it.” I think all of this has to do with a lot of moving as a kid. Things I could take with me, that had a memory with them, became treasured. So did places that were a home.

So leaving here is hard for me. We’re moving in a little over a month, and although I really want the house to sell, a tiny bit of me doesn’t. It’s my home, I’ve put hours into it. I do love it. I know every inch of this place.

I understand the little boy in Velveteen Rabbit. There are some things in life that are simply “Real.”

7 Comments

  • Erin

    June 22, 2010 at 10:15 am

    best.book.ever.
    🙂

  • Celine

    June 22, 2010 at 1:12 am

    I think I was like this too, or rather, am. I used to hide a stuffed bunny in my school suitcase right til Grade 8/9 beleiving that with him there he would go and tell the other toys later what school was all about.

  • Michelle

    June 21, 2010 at 11:39 pm

    I cried when my parents took me home to their brand new house on college break. I was very upset that I didn't get one last look. Now, I hear the guy trashed it. Ticks me off!

  • Kacia @ Coconut Robot

    June 21, 2010 at 11:09 pm

    OMGoodness. This post almost made me cry. I absolutely loved this post + I love the velveteen rabbit. So. Much.

    We have been looking for a house now for almost 6 months….but none of them have been a "home" yet – and i know the seller's stuff doesn't help…but it's just like: when you know..you know, y'know?!

  • Samantha R.

    June 21, 2010 at 10:39 pm

    I think things have souls as well. For us, house hunting was a big challenge because it had to feel like it belonged to me.

  • Anonymous

    June 21, 2010 at 10:38 pm

    LOVE. I <3 the Velveteen Rabbit.

  • Law Momma

    June 21, 2010 at 8:22 pm

    I LOVE The Velveteen Rabbit. In fact, I bought J a "lovey" to try and wean him off his attachment to me. It's a rabbit. And it SO reminds me of that book.

    I always had my stuffed animals facing up, too. And yes… houses have souls. I believe it.

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