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?” 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.” *
It all began on the front porch of a Seaside cottage in Florida. A curly-headedbaby toddled his way back and forth, rolling a ball first to his Grandmama and then to his Nee Nee. His giggly little roll and shuffle dance reflected the love that bounced off of the two adoring women and landed permanently in my heart’s toy-chest.
Then he wandered over to his Grandmama and asked for his blankie and a nap. I was somewhat surprised because I could not recall him ever wanting to nap at my house. When I saw her gently plop him down on her soft, fluffy, pillow-loaded bed and watched the unfolding of their ritual of reading stacks of books, singing songs, placing his blankie just so, and tucking in a monkey and a truck, it all made perfect sense. Surprisingly, I felt no tinge of jealousy, just profound gratitude that Cole had been blessed to have two grandmother’s whom would pour un-conditional love and affirmation into his life.
That one day created in me an inexplicable desire to capture the “play” between children and their grandparents. Simple activities miraculously pass through the creases of reality and transform into a wonder-filled, magical world.
If you are a grandmother,* have a grandmother, know a grandmother, or remember a grandmother, then you know what I mean.
* (or grandfather)
5 years later, it’s almost here!…….Grandmama’s World – the app