"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."
From The Velveteen Rabbit
I hope to be the one who understands.
I hope to be the one who does not break easily.
I hope to be the one who does not need careful keeping.
Most of all, I hope to have the love of children rub off all the sharp and unreal edges on me and I don't really mind the hairs that have began to fall out from childbirth, my eyes that are often popping out of their sockets from lack of sleep and you bet I am all loose in the joints and sometimes feel as shabby as an old sock.All for the love of family.
All for the sake of becoming real.
All so very worth it in the end.
From My Coach Julie: If you say She did not live her life in authenticity and you saw and learned that in some way, would you risk creating the same scenario for your children?