My sister, Renaye, informed me a few years ago that I was different. Ha. Well, at least in the doll department. She noticed that I never played with dolls growing up. I'd just put them on display around my room. I do remember getting really excited about dolls, but after holding them for a minute I would just go find a place to display them. To this day I still have the Geisha doll in a glass box on display in my home. I've had that since I was about 9-10 years old.A week or so ago I was going through my cedar chest and found the first real doll (plastic with make-up and an outfit as compared to the pillow type) that I received for Christmas when I was around 5-6 years old.
It's name was "Rebecca" which was most fitting. We were at my grandparent's home in Idaho and I was excited about having such a beautiful doll. I remember getting really sad when we had to go do an errand in town and my parents made me leave the doll at the house. Urgh! I like having all of my stuff by me at all times. When we came back from the errand my grandmother had made a cute little yellow checkered dress for the doll. I was so happy! To think she could have whipped up an outfit so fast for my special Rebecca doll.
A few months later I received a package in the mail from my grandmother and it was another dress for the doll. This time it was a wedding dress. It was amazing! I put it on the doll and it's been on her ever since! I still have the other dresses for the doll, but this one stayed on the doll while it was displayed in my room and then as it was moved from box to box and in and out of the cedar chest over the years.
The dresses faded, but the doll still looks pretty good. I don't plan on letting anyone play with it any too soon and so it will probably stay as is for the rest of my life unless I become less possessive. Perhaps I will have a daughter someday and it will force me to do something I'm not good at - SHARE. By then, I hope that I can just let it go and let someone else get real joy from it. After all, I now have pictures and can put the pictures on display instead.
2 comments:
Rebecca, you have no choice with children, you HAVE to share. End of story. But they give good hugs and kisses in return, which somewhat softens the blow of broken dishes or beloved books, model cars, pictures, etc. Somewhat.
Yes, I guess it would cause quite a scene if I was fighting over a toy with someone 1/4th my size and 1/30th plus in age.
It's a good thing I like to give and just not lend, aye?
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