I haven’t seen her so distraught for some time and it got me thinking… did I have anything I attached that much importance to any more?
After all, this rabbit isn’t very much to look at. It’s threadbare, the stuffing has clumped where it’s been through the washer so many times, it’s ears have been munched to tatters and, in truth, it was never a very handsome bunny when new. She has lots of other toys, all of them in better condition – and yet, it’s this bunny that is the most precious item in her small life.
On the walk home I thought long and hard about her bunny. Did I have anything in my life I would distress myself over, jump through hoops for? And then I remembered… she doesn’t “own” her rabbit. She loves it.
So yes… in spite of the fact that my own husband is showing a bit of wear these days, his stuffing is not in all the right places, and he isn’t quite up to David Tennant standards – I still wouldn’t be without him. I’d walk back to Rainbows to collect him, and I wouldn’t go to bed with anything else. 🙂