This has always bothered me a little. I LOVE dolls. As a kid, I played with every kind of doll I could get my hands on. I had a 18" doll, American Girl doll size, that I named Karen. My grandmother made all kinds of clothes for her. My sister and I played Barbies non stop with our neighborhood friends all summer. We even had Chrissy and Velvet dolls in the 70's. These were dolls whose hair could go longer or shorter with a turn of a knob on their backs.
|Don't they have super groovy 70's outfits?|
This doll is still in its case in my garage today. But T2 did not get the doll-playing bug the way I did.
Until now. Something shifted this year. She started playing with the Bitty Baby that was given to her by the very same JL mentioned above pretty much every day. She started asking to take the doll everywhere we went. She changed the doll into pajamas and read to her at night before bed. My heart was singing.
Last week, when she received the gift card for the American Girl store from JL, I teared up a little. I almost think I wanted the doll more than she did. And today, when we were at the fabulous American Girl store in Los Angeles, we shared a love of these beautifully crafted dolls that made us both giddy. She chose the Rebecca Rubin doll--a Jewish girl living in New York in 1914. She took the doll out of the box and immediately started creating an imaginary world in which Rebecca plays the main role. T2's stories rivaled the ones in the books. I can't wait to see how T2 and Rebecca's adventures play out.
We won't be able to visit the American Girl store very often. I'd go broke! But for today, it was magical to share this with my daughter.