Tomorrow my granddaughter comes for a week visit while her parents take a trip. This is a big step, and we hope we entertain her and keep her happy. She's such a sunny little girl that I imagine it will all go well. I am touched that my daughter has such trust in me. I know, also, it is difficult to be away, even when you need the break. That connection is so strong, and it never is severed. I experience such delight in my granddaughter that I am feeling that the biggest treat is coming my way.
I am going to make a doll pillow this morning - after all, these things are important. I bought a new cloth doll with yarn hair and a yellow print dress. I know they aren't in fashion, but she looks like a child, not a teenager ready for sex. So much of what is in toy stores is frightening. And many dolls wet, drink, dance and do other things that remind me of old Twilight Zone episodes. Scary!
I like dolls that look like children, with childrens bodies, and wear play clothes not prom dresses. I do not like glitter, neon pink hair and plastic jewelry. My foster granddaughter has somehow been exposed to these "cool" brands and begs for them if she sees them. We had an argument yesterday over a sliver thread sweater she wanted, and then a "Moxie girl" sweatshirt. She didn't really know what a Moxie girl was but she had heard older girls talking about them. We went out of the store with drawing pads. At the next store she picked out a party dress, but at least it was a child's dress, with no hints of prepubescence or seduction. I got it for her, though it's only useful for birthday parties. At least it was made of beautiful, big red and pink flowers, and I wanted to reward her good taste. Also, it was used, so the price was right.
The culture is so much more powerful than my own taste, but as I explained to my foster granddaughter, if it's my money, it has to be something I like as well. She's five, but she heard me. She's one smart cookie.
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