She came to me in tears, the kind of tears that break my heart. I can sense and feel when she is in emotional pain, although I know I need to allow her to experience it with safety and love. As I laid in bed with my nine year old daughter, through her tears she asked me a question.
“Mom, is it okay to be different?”
My heart skipped a beat. My precious free spirit, is beginning to experience individuality, differences, judgements and doubt. So young. I accept though, that this is part of the journey of growing up, it still does not make it any easier to be witness to.
“Yes sweetie it is, you are unique in your own beautiful way. Why do you think you are different?” I replied.
“Because I sniff a stuffy, I believe my stuffies are alive, and I believe in magic. No one else does.” She replied, almost distraught.
I shared this conversation on my personal facebook page, nothing could have prepared me for the outpouring of love. Together my daughter and I read the posts, songs shared and talked about how many people feel the same way. She was shocked.
“Mom, soooo many people believe in magic, and have stuffies!” she said, brimming with awe.
Last night as a family we sat on our bed, first with Neil and my older daughter. We talked about how we have judged her, at times condoning her desire and need to sniff her bunny, and take him everywhere. I myself, have encouraged her – at times without consideration to her feelings – to let him go. Yet now, I see through her eyes, and truly understand the special bond between her and bunny. And then she came in with the picture of her and bunny when she was about one year old.
When she was seven months old, my sister gifted bunny to her. Had I known what the future would hold, I would have bought a ‘back up bunny.’ Bunny has been her constant companion, her friend for almost all her life. We have gone through many changes, and my free spirit is not one to embrace change. Bunny has been her constant. Yes, his physical appearance has changed somewhat – well ALOT. My mum, mother-in-law, sister and I, have conducted many a surgery to prolong bunnies life. Yet still, battered, torn and falling apart – he is loved exactly the same. Hmmm isn’t that a wonderful reflection on life.
I could go on forever about bunny, and the special bond he and my daughter have. I want to finish with this.
Believe in the uniqueness of you, there is no one in this universe like you. You are sooooo beautiful Never allow anyone to change who you are. Believe in you, believe in your dreams, and believe in the magic you see, feel, touch, taste and hear.