I think toy doctors are so nice actually like i remember being a little heartbroken kid when one of my beloved stuffed animals got old and torn up and my mom just threw him out. And i know what it would have meant to me, to have someone lovingly stitch him back up instead so i could love him just a little longer. And I’m really glad there are little kids out there who get to see pictures of their stuffed animals and dolls with little fake hospital beds and casts as they “rest & heal” before returning to them good as new. Like what a sweet thing to do with your life.
This is so nice 🥺
It’s also so good for normalising the idea of illness, hospitals and recovery not being bad or scary places, even if sometimes they’re not very nice, because the people there are doing kind things to make you better so you can go back home. No one knows which kids are going to end up dealing with major traumatic illnesses or injuries, and having a safe framework for the idea of a hospital, a safe, painless, vicarious hospital experience is such valuable preparation
me and my brothers are playing a new kind of chess where you sit on the floor with the rabbit roaming around and you have to play as quickly as possible before he ruins the board. you cannot stop him or you lose
if you dont get to finish the game the rabbit wins btw
where is that quote that’s like “i love the way men love”
“when the plane went down in san francisco, i thought of my friend m. he’s obsessed with plane crashes. he memorizes the wrecked metal details, the clear cool skies cut by black scars of smoke. once, while driving, he told me about all the crashes: the one in blue Kentucky, in yellow iowa. how people go on, and how people don’t. it was almost a year before I learned that his brother was a pilot. i can’t help it, i love the way men love.”
“But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you.”
