What was old, is made new

This Rabbit has been in my daughters life for 8 years now. It was a Christmas present from her father and I. She has taken it everywhere. It has been left outside in the rain and Washed in the washer. It has been carried around by dogs and babies. It has lived in 4 different houses and states. Yes! This rabbit has seen it all. It was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened. The dreaded day that it started to fall apart. The day the poor rabbit lost an ear. You would have thought the world stopped turning. Tears streaming down her face. '' We need to fix her mom!'' I looked at this old, dingy rabbit. Scratching my head at this poor pathetic toy, wanting to throw it away. I told her we would fix it.  It sat on my dresser. It moved from my dresser to my closet. The closet to the shed. The shed to my mother in laws basement. My daughter randomly asking me where her rabbit was and when we would fix it( I secretly hoped she would forget and I could toss it in the trash). Slowly, We both forgot about  the rabbit.  Months went by. Summer came, she found that old rabbit in the basement.  Her rabbit! You would have thought she found a hundred dollars. She jumped with joy, hugged it and took the it home. It slept with her again and went to school. I kept telling her to  leave it home. I was embarrassed for her to take it. She did anyway. She loved that rabbit. She didn't see what I saw. To her, the rabbit was a memory. A feeling. A moment in time where she could still be a kid. Something beautiful.  It didn't matter what the other kids thought. She loved that rabbit and that was all that mattered. Seeing this in her changed my outlook not only on that poor dingy rabbit but on other areas of my life. Months later, this happened. She found some fabric stitched it together and made that old rabbit a new ear. Something old, made new. I learned a valuable lesson from her....I couldn't be more proud!