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The Gift of a Doll

My doll and I learning love.

My doll and I learning love.

When I was born my Uncle Muriel placed a doll along side me in my crib. A doll was a singular companion in those days. They didn’t come by the basketful, made on an assembly line, stamped out in a far off country, one of dozens to overload a child’s bedroom. They came alone, to be loved.

She was my only toy companion for many years, and I valued her. As I grew, I learned to cuddle her, care for her, protect her. Carried everywhere, taken on picnics, dressed, and fed cookies and tea, she entertained me. She sat while I read to her, endured my pampering, and listened while I cried or vented my frustration. I am sure I mimicked the nurturing I received from my parents, but it was more than that. I gifted her with what I desired…to be cuddled, cared for, protected, pampered, listened to, love. I learned to give what I needed. I learned how to love.

A constant companion.

A constant companion.

In this season of gifting, I think of her. I’m reminded to cuddle my grandchildren, pamper my husband, listen to others, and care. My desires are few. In our stamped out material world, I hope we receive less and value it more. I hope what we give and get does not teach us isolation, but teaches us how to love.

By the way, I still have that doll. It sits in a chair now, not cuddled much but protected, its job complete. So, here is one more wish, that we cherish our past and learn from it.

Cherished still

Cherished still.

About croywright

The author, a writer of history and historical fiction, always yearned to go back in time.

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  1. Actually dolls were made on assembly line pretty early on. Rich children had either French or German made dolls. If you had gone back in time, you wouldn’t have Internet, TV, would not be allowed to share your thoughts, would not be allowed to own your money, and if your husband decided to leave you – no child support, no bank credit, and the best job you could hope for would be a secretary or a primary school teacher. But what do I know? I am not a history buff.

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    • Absolutely! Dolls were made on the assembly line, as was mine. My point was quantity, and that more isn’t necessarily better. Regarding the issue of Internet and TV, believe me I enjoy both, but don’t consider them great builders of personal, respectful engagement. Your points about women’s rights and opportunity is noteworthy, though not part of my pretty simple thesis regarding the value of learning the art of love. On an historical note, while women had few rights in the 17th and 18th century, they did have some protection against desertion, and (another historical note) I was an elementary school teacher and principal…consider it pretty valuable. I took note of the little slam at the end of your comment, but…it’s a sign of our times.

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