As many Millennials can surely relate, I loved American Girl dolls as a child. I spent hours in my room playing with my Molly doll for years of my girlhood. As I got older, and my interests inevitably turned to other pursuits, I carefully packed up Molly and all her accessories in a big trunk and stored her at the top of my closet in my childhood bedroom.
Fast forward about 30 years to a family friend gifting both my daughters new American Girl dolls for Hanukkah. Seeing how much they both loved playing with them, I finally got my trunk from my parent’s house with Molly and all her accessories and opened it up with my girls.
At first, I was hesitant to let them play with it all, still feeling protective and responsible for these toys all these years later. “These are expensive! They might break them!” said an anxious voice in my head.
Then, I reminded myself that all this has literally been sitting in a box for decades. What could possibly be a better opportunity to have saved these for than my own two daughters, thrilled to play and engage with these fabulous dolls of my childhood. They are loving these toys as much as I remember loving them, braiding and upbraiding their hair, changing their elegant clothes, dropping them off at pretend school, and cuddling up next to them to fall asleep, and it all brings me more joy than I could of imagined.
The joy of a full circle moment. Of reconnecting with and sharing my inner child with my two daughters who are becoming more in tune with their own inner selves each day. The joy of having the perspective to cherish these precious moments with my daughters and our shared dolls, knowing all too well that in just a few years the dolls will likely get packed up again as my girls grow up past this stage and inevitably move on to other pursuits. Until then, Molly and I will be soaking this up.
Warmly,
Dr. Lizzie
P.S. Of course, I want to know if you had an American Girl doll growing up, and which one!