Today, while I was hanging out in the doctor’s waiting room flipping through a magazine, I found this excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams.
“It doesn’t happen all at once. 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.”
All I can say is that it spoke to me on a very personal level. Because today my DH came home unexpectedly at lunchtime. And there I was, still in my pj bottoms and ratty old Huffer tee-shirt, with unwashed hair, spotty face (never realized I’d still have breakouts at forty-freaking-five!), and unshaven legs, feeling rather horrified and wishing I’d gone and had that shower 20 minutes ago instead of answering that last email…. And when I greeted him at the door, instead of running screaming from the room, his face lit up like I was the best thing since sliced bread.
Thinking back on that moment now, aside from asking him whether he’s had his eyes checked lately, and perhaps he needs a new perscription for his glasses, all I can think of is this: that after 18 years of marriage, to my husband I’ve become Real.
And to me, that’s simply the best gift he could ever give me.
Now I just gotta hope that my hair doesn’t get loved off and my eyes stay in my head, LOL.