Grandmother, she’s the real deal

To all of us who have been loved for a long, long time, who don’t break easily or have sharp edges, whose hair has been loved off, eyes have dropped out, are loose in the joints, and are very shabby:

HAPPY  GRANDPARENTS DAY

“What is REAL?”
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“What is REAL?” asked the Velveteen Rabbit one day… “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 [someone] 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 often happen 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… once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always.” *

*― Margery WilliamsThe Velveteen Rabbit or How Toys Become Real

OH, You mean Grandmother!

(Who knew that the Skin Horse was describing Grandmother?)

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23 thoughts on “Grandmother, she’s the real deal

  1. Coni Johnston

    Gwen, this is so special to me! I printed it to share with Birgitte, my Chosen Daughter and my 2 sweet grands, Ulli & Cypress who made me Real…Thank you for sharing this. Love you!

  2. That little dachshund has gone through some names; he started as Dog, then Hot Dog. The grandson called him My-dog, the little angel calls him Papa-dog, so I guess his last name is Dog. Now these grandchildren are already wondering who gets Dog when I am gone. How would decide?

  3. I have a stuffed black and tan dachshund, That was my friend as early as I can remember. That little dachshund was my eldest grandson best friend also he is now seventeen. My youngest grand-daughter who is two loves that little dog as much as I. Amen! James

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