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  1. Interesting. I haven’t heard this fable ever, yet it resonates with me in my search for that which is “real”. This is a subject I’m writing about in a screenplay actually, where there’s one relationship in the protagonist’s life that is… ‘real’, without b/s, ego, acting, make-believe, but just authentic kindness, affection, love.

    • It’s a great children’s story and always makes me cry. A velveteen rabbit is given to a little boy. He wants to become Real, and one of the other toys tells him that it is possible to become Real through Love. The rabbit is forgotten about and believes his chances of becoming Real are slim. One day, the boy’s mechanical toys break, and he starts playing again with the rabbit. The rabbit becomes the boy’s favorite toy, and the rabbit starts to become Real because of the boy’s Love. The boy becomes sick one day with scarlet fever. The rabbit is with him through the illness. The doctor’s tell the parents that the boy must be taken away to the shore, and that his room needs to be disinfected and all his toys burned. The rabbit is taken away to be burned. The rabbit is bundled into a sack and left out in the garden overnight, where he sadly reflects on his life with his boy. The toy rabbit cries and a real tear drops onto the ground, and a beautiful flower appears. A fairy steps out of the flower and comforts the velveteen rabbit, introducing herself as a magic fairy. She says that because he is old and shabby and Real, she will take him away with her, where he can be Real and seen my everyone.

      The fairy takes the rabbit to the forest, where she meets the other rabbits and gives the velveteen rabbit a kiss. The velveteen rabbit changes into a real rabbit, and joins the other rabbits in the forest. The next spring, the rabbit returns to look at the boy, and the boy sees a resemblance to his old velveteen rabbit.

      I think this is what we are constantly experiencing in life as we grow. We grow and become real over time through love and grace. It is not always easy. It doesn’t happen quickly. But it does happen if you are willing to be open and know that the hurts along the way are worth it.

  2. This is a very nice story, but I don’t agree that we become real over time. Most people NEVER become real, at least not most of the people I know. I used to be a phony, because I was unsure of my values, but I did become real and everyone seems to know it and I believe even my enemies respect me for it, men love me for it, although many say I’m physically beautiful too, although I’m fat, and I wouldn’t have it any other way (not necessarily the fat part ;)! Thanks for this post, Monica! I think you are a beauty too, inside and out, although you and I are different in many ways. I’m also glad you’re attracting others besides me to your blog; you deserve it!

    • Hi Donna,

      Agreed! I really liked that part of the quote: “That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.” You are truly special and beautiful, inside and out :) – so glad you found my blog!

  3. I agree with you too! Especially in our time, life is only for the inwardly strong, which includes great gentleness and kindness (! it’s not always easy to be gentle or kind among many today; most either envy it or take it for granted or otherwise misunderstand it !), and flexible or some might call it adaptable! Just today after I wrote to you I felt the need to make a major change in plans which was an inconvenience, but that’s life. It was, however, somewhat beneficial as well, which drew me in that direction in the first place. We plan, but something else, whatever we like to call it, fate, god/dess, Providence, disposes finally, or so it seems to me!

    You have great charm and native intellectual capacity, Monica! Once again, it is a pleasure to communicate with you!

  4. I never paid attention to Boris comment carefully, but came back to take a second look. Your screenplay, Boris, is the story of my life except I have two people like that in my life only: a lowly store clerk in my neighborhood and U.S. Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor the latter of whom I’ve only corresponded with by postal mail. Interesting! it’s a shame that there are so few sincere people in our world. But I guess that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

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