thankful for my little doll

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I used to collect dolls when I was growing up (what am I talking about, I still do!). I loved dolls. Long after my friends had all stopped playing with theirs and started doing whatever ever it is preteen girls are doing, I was still addicted to my dollies. I’d make my little sister, Bene play along with me and we’d spend hours up to our ears in My Childs and outfits. One day, after we’d been playing for some time my sister pointed an accusing finger at me and said “You don’t ever PLAY with the dolls! You never do! You just sit there and dress them, do their hair and then RE-DRESS THEM! I am not playing until you actually PLAY!” before storming out of our room. There wasn’t much I could do because she had me pegged, I didn’t actually want to play with the dolls per se, I just wanted to spend hours endlessly dressing them and grooming them. Being five years her senior I thought I might have been able to fool her into believing this was how you ‘play’ with dolls but no dice

Which leads me to this shameful confession that I am frequently filled with absolute gratitude that I was given a daughter who enjoys being groomed. How superficial is that? It is, I know but oh – it gives me such joy dressing her and brushing her hair. Plus, she couldn’t look more like a My Child with that little round face and button nose if she tried. Oh! Sometimes I just wanna squish her, this little doll of mine!