When I was five or six I received the doll with really long hair for Christmas. If you wound a knob on her back, her hair would shorten. Then if you pushed her belly button, her hair would be long again. That was definitely a favorite doll just for the shear fact that her hair had so many options.
When I turned eight I got a doll that I named Desiree after a "pretty" friend in my second grade class. She could go "potty" and if you pulled a string from the bow on her head, she would say certain phrases.
In fifth grade I saved my money and bought my purple "Holly" doll. That was the name that I had chosen for her. I loved her. She decorated my neatly made bed for a long time.
That Christmas, I got Lime Chiffon (one of Strawberry Shortcake's friends). I loved the neat scent of her hair. She needed a friend, so I bought Angel Food Cake. Her hair was so yummy smelling and it had a ton of curls. That hair was a lot of fun to curl, uncurl, ringlet, etc.
In eighth grade I got Henka Meg, my Cabbage Patch doll for Christmas. I couldn't stand her name. I wanted to write a letter to Xavier himself and request a cute name. Once I got to where I could pronounce Henka, it grew on me.
I just got the tub of these dolls from my mom in the last couple of years. I've longed for the day that my daughters too would play with dolls and enjoy them like I did. Or how much fun would it be, for them to actually play with my dolls?
Well, B doesn't really like to play with her dolls. It's a foreign concept to me. I've wondered how that could be. My daughter, not like to play with dolls?
S, on the other hand, can hold a baby doll for a little while even at just nine months old. D and I were talking about it the other day. He pointed out that B doesn't need to play with baby dolls. She has a real baby doll to play with named S. (nope, still not giving out names) I've been watching, and sure enough, B plays with S just like a little girl plays with her baby doll. She loves her, gives her her bottle, burps her, gives her loves, gives her toys, plays with her, and now feeds her.
So, after waiting all these years for daughters, and having hopes that they too would like to play with dolls, it's even better than I could have ever imagined it. Henka Meg, Desiree, and Angel Food Cake may have to stay in the tub a while longer. That's okay. Because on a daily basis, I'm watching my daughter loving and playing with one of my baby dolls!