“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.”
~Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit
My little boy has a fuzzy yellow blanket. At least it used to be fuzzy and yellow. This blanket has been an integral part of his life since it was gifted to him by his godmother in May of 2010 on the day of his Chrismation at Holy Cross Orthodox Church. I remember his fingers stroking the satin edging and soft fuzz he clutched close to his cheek.
Now, almost 4 years later, Blankie has been everywhere my little man has been. It goes to the store, to Grandma’s, to the library, to bed, and to Church.
Blankie is REAL. There is no doubt in my mind that this faded stained bit of fabric is my child’s best friend and is very very REAL.
When I read this quote today, my son and his blankie is what first came to mind as well as my own security object when I was young.
But I also got to thinking, isn’t this true about us humans as well? Don’t WE feel more REAL the more we feel loved? The Merriam-Webster Dictionary says that ‘real’ means ‘actually existing or happening: not imaginary, fake; important and deserving to be regarded or treated in a serious way.’ I’m not saying we become fake or unimportant if someone chooses not to love us – but isn’t it true? Don’t you somehow feel more REAL, more important, more legitimate, more undeniably REAL when you feel totally LOVED by someone?
Random Thoughts on Saturday:
I feel loved.
While Saint Valentine’s Day is a bit strange….celebrating the death of a man who was beaten with clubs by exchanging chocolates… never the less it is still a sweet day for me… celebrating that 25 years ago my husband and I had our very first official ‘date’.
A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. ~ Proverbs 15:18
Why do flat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?
Do you have a blankie or a loved object tucked away in a safe place?