Thursday, March 10, 2011

Loving babies...whether flesh or Made in China

Simone (2), is wearing a white knit winter hat, one high-heeled pink plastic shoe and another Croc, a pajama top, and nothing else (literally).  She picked up her baby doll and princess water-bottle, grabbed her pink plastic cell phone, and walked out of the room like she was going somewhere important.

"I'm going to get donuts for you.  If you need me for anything, like a hug or something, just call me on my phone.  Okay?"


Last night, as I was tucking her into bed: "When I'm older, will you take me to Paris?  Am I big enough for Paris?  Where is that house?"


She and I were playing catch with the wooly-ball from Alicia.  I pretended her doll was catching it, but the ball bounced off the doll's face.  I made fake crying noises on the doll's behalf.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Simone's face.  Not concerned, not scared....just matter-of-fact that Her Baby needed comfort.  She came over immediately and scooped up that little doll in her arms.  Nestled her nose into the doll's face, and started whispering maternal little mumbles to her.

Be still my heart.

The most striking part for me was that she wasn't really playing pretend.  Of course, her baby was plastic....and the crying was coming from a ventriloquist.   But Simone was taking her doll-mothering role so seriously.

The softness, the sweetness in her comforting.  Somehow, it gave me some peace that in our ups-and-downs of parenting, my children MUST be feeling love.  If they can turn around and give it back to their baby doll with such sweetness?

I am so, so, so in love with this sweet little Simone in my life.

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