How could I have missed this?
It is a classic novel.
It was made into a film, a musical, and a soundtrack.
It is a story that caused my heart to swell,
reminded me of the past,
gave me pause to consider the future.
It made me smile broadly.
It gave me a lump in my throat.
It caught me off guard and caused me to gasp.
Tears welled up, and then magic appeared.
How could this be considered a “Children’s Novel” when it teaches such relevant adult life lessons?
“How about this old Bunny?” she asked.
“That?” said the doctor. “Why, it’s a mass of germs! Burn it at once. What? Nonsense! Get him a new one. He mustn’t have that any more!”
And so the little Rabbit was put into a sack with the old picture-books and a lot of rubbish, and carried out to the end of the garden behind the fowl-house.
How often does this happen in real life….
to real people….
whose hearts and souls are young,
but their bodies are aged, broken, weak, and have germs….?
How could I have missed this beautiful story that was never read to me as a child and that I never read to my children?
Written almost 100 years ago, and I just bought my first copy this week…. via Amazon Prime…. for ages 3 – 7… and I am 52… and I LOVED it!
The life lessons are so deeply profound.
I so encourage you to read this… slowly – and at least twice:
Thank you, Skin Horse, for your insightful wisdom.
I will try very hard to remember this every day.
Whether you have children or not, The Velveteen Rabbit is a MUST-READ! It will be the best 10-15 minutes (depending on how long you linger over the beautiful illustrations) you’ve spent in a long time, and the best $7.49 you will spend this year.
A new, old, profound classic on our bookshelf!
It is waiting to be read to or by anyone who visits our home…. anyone who wants to know what it means to be REAL.
Cheers & Hugs,
P.S. I was so amazed by this story (which I discovered after a friend posted a quote on Facebook), that I had to draw a version of a stuffed bunny (a velveteen rabbit) late one night. It came freely. From a Google Search of stuffed bunnies, I saw a photo similar to this one I painted. It came quickly and easily, and I was delightfully surprised when I saw how it turn out the next morning – when the paint had dried, and my eyes were clear, and it became “Real.” And “Real can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”