Let me introduce you to Bun…
sometimes called Bun Bun
When I got a stuffed animal when young…
I went with my feeling as to whether it was a girl or boy.
Then I named him/her accordingly.
Evidently I had felt for years that Bun was a boy.
Finding out later in “her life”, that my Granddaughter at one year old felt she was a girl.
She had received her on her first Easter morning 18 years ago.
We laughed when I discovered my mistake,
Being a stuffed animal, it was the choice of the owner (recipient) to make that decision.
As I began writing this blog… I was not going in this direction at all.
But, as story tellers do…
The writing takes on a life of it’s own.
A toy is a toy.
The creator of the toy can choose the sex of it.
The recipient can name and call it what gender they want.
When God uniquely created mankind in His image…
“Image” meaning we reflect the very character of God in our spiritual being.
And we are distinct from all other creatures.
A key part of Scripture whereby foundational teaching on the image of God begins.
The Hebrew language of verse 27 makes it clear that God’s image of mankind depicts humanity as distinct from animals.
So God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.
God then directly breathed into man’s nostrils the breath of life. (Genesis 1:26, 2-7)
Intimate actions compared to the general nature of creating everything else.
Back to Bun…
He has been greatly loved!
My granddaughter, now 18, will be going to college in the very near future.
We kiddingly asked her if Bun was going with her.
She said no…
Afraid of being made fun of.
I imagine all students of this age have a few things of attachment that will be left behind.
Oh, if we could just get passed that stigma.
It would be so freeing if we could just be ourselves totally.
So, when looking at Bun on Christmas Eve and reminiscing…
Kennedy decided that he or was it she?…
needed a few repairs.
I have repaired Bun many times…
Like the Velveteen Rabbit in the storybook…
He was loved so much his fur is flattened and his tail and nose have been rubbed completely off.
Ribbon on neck long gone.
He was brought to me and I smiled so BIG as I hugged him tight.
Like a part of our little family I love him too..
Even with his tears and rips…
Tail had been fixed before and nose had been replaced
He was quite dirty, due to them thinking he would fall apart.
Tears and rips repaired…
new tail and nose with heart…
and a new red / pink ribbon…
Washed gently and dried…
Ready to be loved for many more years.
It’s great when we can pass loved things to others for them to love. Things like Bun can be so comforting sometimes. Glad you were able to fix him/her up one more time.
Sweet story! Loved it!