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