Back when I was pregnant with Biggest, the topic de jour was the gender of my unborn baby. To the folks who would ask, I always said the same thing, “I decided to not find out the baby’s gender.” Most folks’ reaction was of raised eyebrows, which then led to my remark:
There just aren’t enough good surprises.
Today is the first day of my 44th year on this planet. I’m happy to say that while I don’t have the wrinkles of someone with over four decades of life experiences, my heart is full of them! One of the best experiences I had this year was becoming one of Buddhapuss Ink’s authors because doing so allowed me to meet Mariam Kobras. It is my honor to host Mariam for my first ever blog hop to celebrate both Mariam and her newest book, Under the Same Sun. Continue reading
Although I had heard about the children’s classic, The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams, I had never read it until I read it to my first child. By now, I’ve read it many times and our copy is as shabby as the well-loved toys of Williams’ nursery. When I first read the book, it struck me as a story about the power of love. But it is also a story of self-actualization and the catalyst behind how we identify what we really are.
The voice that always stays with me even after I close the book is the Rabbit’s cry to the other “real” rabbits,
“Come back and play with me!” called the little Rabbit. “Oh, do come back! I know I am Real!”
It is the cry for acceptance, for validation. The changes the Rabbit undergoes from wondering if he was real, to believing he is real, to knowing he is real is what really resonates with me. For like the Rabbit, I too have wished for others to join me and recognize me as “real”.
Every writer, nay every artist I know, is looking for that camaraderie, the recognition by others that you belong to the group of “real” writers or painters or dancers or what have you. I usually feel like the poor street urchin with my nose pressed to the glass wishing to be not only in the warm restaurant eating the delicious food, but to belong in that restaurant eating that food.