It’s been a long stretch of time since I’ve blogged regularly, and I’d like to change that.
Today, we’re going to talk about a rabbit, known as “Knuffle Bunny” in the book, Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Tale.
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In the book, a small child goes to the laundromat with her Dad, who accidentally loads Knuffle Bunny into the washing machine.
They leave.
Halfway home, Trixie realizes she doesn’t have her bunny, and proceeds to throw an epic tantrum, because she’s unable to communicate this to her Dad.
I’ll save you the rest of the story, because the observation I took from it stops at that point.
In the story, Trixie is an infant. She didn’t yet have the ability to speak and tell her Dad that the bunny was missing. Were she ten, she would have given Dad words instead of screams and cries.
There’s a lesson in this story about communication, and how you interact with others, because all of us are Trixie in some way or another.
You might be having a conversation with an adult. However, if they’re going through some measure of pain in their life, that pain can occupy their ability to have a functional conversation with you – because their mind is fully occupied elsewhere.
Trixie’s mind was one one thing; Knuffle Bunny. Until she was reunited with that rabbit, she was unconsolable – and unreasonable.
Personally, I have a few Trixies in my life. And there are also situations where I feel like Trixie myself. Specifically, feeling like my ‘Knuffle Bunny’ was left in a washing machine – or a trash can. Those things hurt a lot – and I’ve done my share of crying.
In the story, the situation starts to get better when the Mom sees that Knuffle Bunny is missing, and she asks the Dad:
“Where’s Knuffle Bunny?”
At that moment, the revelation occurs; Knuffle Bunny is missing. It’s only when the family works together to find her, that Trixie finds her peace again.
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