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How To Become Real

Those of you who know me, know I like eclectic things. I’ve started collecting books about well loved toys. We recently found my teddy bear, “Teddy”, and I had him cleaned. Yes, he’s lost his eyes and has some of his hair rubbed off, but he’s had stories told to him I didn’t dare tell my parents when I was little. I also have a favorite record player, but that one’s hard to take to bed.

In the book Code Name Johnny Walker, the interpreter talks about coming to live in San Diego after living in war-torn Iraq. On his first day here he walked with his children to a McDonald’s and had fast food, using American money. He went to flea markets and garage sales because he was fascinated by what Americans discarded. I’m sure you’ve been to garage and estate sales, where the objects tell the story of a person, a family. In the same way, old toys tell us of childhoods past.

Every year I share this story because it so simply captures that conversation between wise old toys and new toys, if toys could talk. I loved hearing it as a child. I love it still.

So, enjoy this excerpted passage from The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams.

Teddy

For a long time he lived in the toy cupboard or on the nursery floor, and no one thought very much about him. He was naturally shy, and being only made of velveteen, some of the more expensive toys quite snubbed him. The mechanical toys were very superior, and looked down upon every one else; they were full of modern ideas, and pretended they were real. The model boat, who had lived through two seasons and lost most of his paint, caught the tone from them and never missed an opportunity of referring to his rigging in technical terms. The Rabbit could not claim to be a model of anything, for he didn’t know that real rabbits existed; he thought they were all stuffed with sawdust like himself, and he understood that sawdust was quite out-of-date and should never be mentioned in modern circles. Even Timothy, the jointed wooden lion, who was made by the disabled soldiers, and should have had broader views, put on airs and pretended he was connected with Government. Between them all the poor little Rabbit was made to feel himself very insignificant and commonplace, and the only person who was kind to him at all was the Skin Horse.

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.


“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 happen often 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.”

The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.

Full text read here: https://youtu.be/QR6AEdsmNQQ

Merry Christmas, everyone!

This Post Has 5 Comments

  1. I've still got my teddy from when I was little. He sits on shelf with my baby doll with a wonky eye. When I see them, they always make me smile. The fun memories I had as a child comes flooding back. It's good to dip into childhood memories now and again. Specially at this time of year knowing somebody's going to get their keepsake for Christmas. Thanks Sharon I enjoyed reading these marvellous collections

  2. That was so truthful and powerful it caused the tears to well up. I suppose I am somewhere in between the rabbit and the skin horse.

    You made your "teddy" real along time ago and now you have shown him love once again. I would give anything to have my old "teddy". He saw me through some very rough times and I made him real. I think he made me real too.

    Merry Christmas my angel! XOXOXOXOXOXO, YP

  3. This is one of my all-time favorite passages. I read it, again, during an extremely difficult time. For me, I thought, "God is making me Real." I stopped straining away and leaned into Him. It's made all the difference. Merry Christmas.

  4. That is one of my very favorite books! I have loved it since I was a little girl and Nana used to read it to me.

    Thank you for bringing back such wonderful memories.

  5. What a beautiful post Sharon! I've never read the Velveteen Rabbit and it looks like I really missed out. I think I will add it to my collection to read. Thank you so much for sharing such a warm and lovely story! Hugs, Conchita

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