"We're all just walking each other home." - - Ram Dass

Friday, February 3, 2012

Five Minute Friday: Sunday Sisters

This week's word: Real

 "...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 love 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."

~ The Velveteen Rabbit

And there's the truth of it.  Spoken in words for children, spoken slowly so that grownups will understand. 

Every woman needs friends like this, ones that pick up the phone whatever the time, and listen as you sob.

Friends that you call in a moments notice, who open their homes, their lives to watch your children so that you can rest easy while you are away.  

These are the girls that you don't shower for, shave for, or pretend you didn't sleep in the clothes you're still wearing today.

These girls push your hair back, tilt your chin up, wipe your mascara away and remind you that you are fierce.  They stand beside you, and together you make some wicked karaoke magic.

These are the woman who walk miles with you literally and figuratively.  Making adventures in the mundane, and always stop for ice cream...always.

These are the friends who you write to every week because distance divides you.  You whisper your heart in word form, you are the Sunday Sisters.

These are your partners who come along beside you, assist where you are weak, making ship sails, cause this mama don't bake; dressing up in sweltering heat cause the birthday boy wants a pirate's loot.... celebrating your children's lives and triumphs as if they were their own. And they are theirs too, because you do life together.

Loving each other for the long, long time through it all.

No, this can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand...

It's Real.


  1. I wrote about "The Velveteen Rabbit" too! :)

    Love the pictures. Especially the pirate ones. What fun!

  2. I love it! And what precious friends these are! How grateful I am! Thanks for sharing!

  3. i thought of "real" from the velveteen rabbit also ~ i'm so thankful for sunday sister friends, thanks for sharing...

  4. Love it...real friends are the best, and essential to life.

  5. aw, this is beautiful, tara. friends like this--they are what make life doable, yes? you have celebrated them with much honor here :-)
    have a great weekend!

  6. It's in the details! You made the realness more real by reveling in the details!

  7. So beautiful!! I love this -- especially how you share what this "real" looks like, all his girls gathered up, not hiding behind masks. Thank you.

  8. Love this.. my heart yearns for friends like that... REAL

  9. Tara, what sweet pictures with your friends. My friends like this live far away now. We have moved so often that that kind of community feels far away too. This made me happy for you and brought back some memories of girlfriends who are posters for all those words that poured out of you in five minutes. Hope you have a lovely weekend!

  10. I've forged finally-lifelong friendships with a couple of soul sisters the last couple of years, and your words do the bond justice -- there's really nothing like it. Lovely.

  11. Sweet words here! And the Velveteen Rabbit quote . . . it gains more meaning as I grow in faith. Beautiful metaphor.

  12. Friends are gems, that's for sure. It looks like you've got some precious ones. I love that part of The Velveteen Rabbit. As I age, the meaning changes. The hair loss (color, that is), droopy eyes, loose and shabby joints I can relate to... and it takes that long to become real... not worry what others think anymore. I'm not quite there yet, but working on it.

  13. Aw, reading about your friendships made me smile! Those girls sound like a treasure, and I loved that feet-in-the-lake picture!

  14. How lucky are we to have friends who have stayed after all these years. These friends who we seldom see but are there every time we need them. Friends who love us for our realness and will continue doing so.

    Great post.

  15. Well, that's lovely. How lucky to have such friends. A real treasure. (Like the Velveteen Rabbit.) K.