I have a friend whose granddaughter is not allowed to play with dolls. I suppose it has something to do with stereotyping, or the notion that dolls have no educational benefit. Imagine denying this little girl, assuming she would love to play with dolls, the pleasure of dressing, mostly undressing, feeding, reading, and putting to bed, the dolls she has named and takes care of.
Playing with dolls as a little girl is one of my favorite memories. I was an only child, given time to PLAY, with an imagination that was set free in a playroom that included a metal sink, stove, and refrigerator. There was a baby buggy and a doll bed, plastic dishes and books I read to my favorite doll, Pamela, and others. To this day, I think of her as one of my first teachers that taught me how to care for and nurture things. I wonder if I would have grown up to care for my garden if Pamela and the other dollies had been forbidden. Thank goodness I have had the pleasure of giving baby dolls not only to my nine granddaughters in their early years, but to other little ones in my life. I hope they will remember the fun of playing with them as I always have.