Did we need another stuffed animal, handmade or of any other description, in our house? Probably not. But I am certain that every time I'll pick this knitted bunny up the floor to put away, or happen to step on it, or dig it out from under a bed, I will smile, as it will remind me of the days before Easter when I sat up at night by the fireplace, exchanging sometimes frantic messages on WhatsApp with my boy who was traveling alone for the first time and going to tennis tournaments - navigating unknown towns and streets, and the deserted - and dreadfully maintained - railway stations in this region ("There isn't a ticket office in this station at all, what to do?!", "The ticket machines are broken and only take credit cards, now what?!", "I'm running for the last night train!").
As I sat up and knitted, I recalled how much easier it had been to stay up trying to settle down a restless baby boy, than staying up worrying about his whereabouts as a teenager (he made that last night train by the way). But although I was more concerned now than I had been back then (and just as tired), now he wasn't the unhappy and fussy baby unable to sleep, but an excited and happy big boy hopping from train to train, town to town, carrying his beloved tennis gear.
The bunny was a quick knit (free pattern on Ravelry), hopping off my needles for Easter day - when a little girl received it enthusiastically. This little girl still has trouble going to sleep sometimes. And she did think we needed another stuffed animal in the house.