D.G Hudson recently guest blogged at my other house, The A-Z ChallengeBlog, about how important it is to let our children choose what they keep and
what they give away. It’s a great post
and you need to read it, but you can read mine first and then hers, order doesn’t
matter. Well, except you’re here, so you
might as well read mine first ;-)
When Swissie (remember: handy nickname translator tab above) was born,
I was three. The Swede and The
Nutritionist (see, now you have to look…) bought me a life-size, real-looking
baby doll of my own. Of course I named
her Swissie. That is, the same name as
my sister. Which isn’t Swissie, just to
be clear.
I loved that doll. I played
with her all the time. I also played
with Swissie all the time – I was a great big sister until I hit about 4, then
I was meaner than all get out to her until high school. Not kidding, I was horrible. Yet, she still speaks to me. Yesterday, her only day off, she brought me
Thai food and took me for a spa pedicure.
But I digress. Point: she is WONDERFUL.
One day I couldn’t find my doll.
“Mamma, var är min docka?” (Going
for historical accuracy here…Mom, where’s my doll?) “Jag gav henne till kyrkan att sälja.” (I gave her to the church garage sale) I was LIVID.
We’ll stop with the complete accuracy at this point so that I can clock
in under 500 words, my new post goal. (Cheryl, are you proud of me?)
“How could you? You know she’s
my favorite! We HAVE to get her
back! You didn’t even ask me!” (I’m about 8 at this time.) “Well, you’re not playing with her very much,
you’re playing Barbies and with the twin dolls Farmor (father’s mother) gave
you. Ever logical. Not sentimental. “But Mom!
She’s special! I’m saving her
forever!” So off to the church we go and retrieve my doll. Phew. The sale was the next day.
I STILL HAVE HER. I saved four of
my favorite dolls. I also have the
twins, Peter and Nina and the doll Farmor bought for me to have a special doll
to play with just at her house, Jessica.
Jessica is the tallest, the twins are on either side of Swissie. Yes, a bit worse for the wear (the broken eyes really creeped out YellowBoy - the boy who shoots zombies and is right now hunting vampires...go figure.)
Farmor made all their clothes. You
see that she could both knit and crochet.
I didn’t put “Swissie’s” jacket on, it’s very warm in here.
Note the details on Jessica’s dress – lace hem,
scalloped collar, matching belt. Can you
believe that in 40 years I haven’t lost her original shoes?
I saved these for my kids to play with, and because who could possibly
give away hand-made doll clothes? What
sort of unfeeling person does that? (If
it’s you – tell me why – I promise I won’t kill you, I truly want to know what
makes you tick). Of course, it's not like my Lego boys played with them, but we've had plenty of girl visitors who have. Yeah! Gives me the warm fuzzies every time.
This story has three valuable, given away items, but it’s looking like
a two-part post. Tune in tomorrow to
hear what else happened and whether I was successful in retrieving those
treasures.
Did your parents ever traumatize you like this? I know some of you wrote nice, long stories
after D.G’s post, and I read them all, so in your comment you could just
mention that and say, “Hi Tina! Hope you’re feeling better!” I still crave comments.
10 comments:
Glad you got her back.
My mom tried to traumatize me by SAVING all of my handmade items from when I was a kid. Really, those things never need to see the light of day again.
I remember it well. We used to have Jumble Sales and I remember buying back all the toys my mum had sent up and getting in to trouble for bringing them home again.
Thanks for the mention, Tina! You must take really good care of your things. (I'm like that too.)
I saved the kids' handmade doll clothes, a couple of dresses and costumes I made for them. (I sew too.) We had to retrieve a dolly left at the daycare once on a Friday, or daughter couldn't have survived the weekend.
I like Alex's comment. (it's a fine line to know what to save as the parent - that's why we should ask. It's a courtesy.)
I'll be back for part 2!
I forgot to say "Hi, Tina, hope you're feeling better!" and thanks for stopping by my Chocolate post. Sheesh.
i was traumatized a bit as i scrolled down this post--i have a love/hate relationship with dolls haha
oy...all my star wars figures as a kid...got sold in a yard sale while i was in college...they are probably worth a mint right now...
Hi Tina! You already read my comments on DG's post the other day so you know my trauma and resentment issues with my stuff being given away. Glad you were able to get Swissie back, although I have to agree w/ your son, her eyes creep me out! lol
That is the worst thing to do to a child! I think parents should definitely consult their children and build trust before giving away their treasures. Something along the lines happened to me: my mother set my pet birds free while I was at school. It was a huge shock coming back to their absence!
Oh Tina. Sending a hug your way.
That is so cool that you still have her! My parents gave me a doll when my sister was born too but she's long gone. I was never much of a fan of dolls but she was cute.
I got upset when my mom threw out my basketball cards. Go figure :0
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