Just stopping in with a sweet thought ...
I never would have imagined that my favorite childhood doll would be loved by my own two daughters. I have had Samantha since I was two years old. My two girls adore her. They know to treat her gently and since she "lives" in Mama's room, they only have limited access to her. They treat her with much more care than they do their own dolls, Emma and Baby Bay.
Emma can often be found hanging from Selena's bed by one arm or riding face down in the baby stroller. At night she is forced to sleep underneath the dead weight of her sleeping mama.
She is fed about once a week, and is usually carried from place to place by her head.
Baby Bay, short for Dikembe Mutumbo (yes, daddy named her after a basketball player) - lives a more smothered existence. She rarely gets to take a breath, as she is constantly sought after by her 18 month old mistress. She is held all night long, and is chewed on, licked, and otherwise loved nearly to death.
Baby Samantha lives a semi-retired life of ease, and reigns as matriarch over the other two dolls. Sometimes they recline with her on Mama's bed, but often she is left in peace. She is kissed by two pairs of little lips, and her hat is adjusted every now and then. She is always smiling.
She is happy because her life has been filled with love, and she represents four generations of women. She has a drawer full of handmade clothes sewn with love by my Grammy. My parents gave her to me, and my mom passed down her own baby bed for her to sleep in. I brought her with me when I got married, and now my own girls get to love and enjoy her. Blessings abound!