The funny part was that I enjoyed this box of dolls more than any of the new Barbies/dolls they ever bought me. I LOVED these dolls.
That is why I was so surprised when they came over with them. I remember playing with this box of dolls vividly. I would sit on the floor in my room and set them up in a line and they would play games, go to school, visit friends houses and go out to dinner together. They all had names. I loved how small they were (much smaller than traditional Barbies) and their outfits were festive. In fact, I remember some of the dolls not having outfits when we received it, so my Grandma (gosh, I miss her sometimes) made some small clothes for them. (She made the peach crocheted skirt, which was my favorite).
I was just so excited to have this, and to one day be able to give it to Kensington to play with. It also reminded me that children don't NEED the newest, shiniest, most current toys to be happy. Often, when parents get specific on what their kids "must have" or "need", I think it is more the parents preference. I much prefered this already-used toy with some missing parts.
It served as a special memory for me, but also a reminder. I want the toys that Kensington has to have value to her. I'm sure that can sound silly, but if she has 500 small toys laying around the house and her room everyday, that she never has to clean up, why would she think they are special? Which perpetuates the need to buy more and more toys….
Rather, I would like to teach Kensington that we don't "deserve" to have a house, toys, cars etc..(cleaning them, putting them away, sharing them, loaning them to others, treating them kindly).
A bit too retrospective? Oh well…..call me crazy.