Some of you asked about the package that Morgan was so eager to get at on Christmas morning that she was biting into it before I could get her a pair of scissors. A few months ago, she came to me and said, “I’ve decided what I want for Christmas and it’s going to make you really happy.” I thought, wow, she wants a kitchen food scale! Cuz that’s what I wanted. But no…. “I want an American Girl doll,” she said.
Oh.
If you have never been indoctrinated into the world of American Girl dolls, let me tell you that they are really lovely dolls. Really lovely expensive dolls. And I love dolls. I had a big doll collection when I was a kid, which I still have and if I ever get it all unpacked, I’ll post some pictures of them. (I know you men who read here can hardly wait for that!) I started putting dolls in Morgan’s crib before she was even born. At that time, American Girl dolls had become the latest “it doll” every girl wanted for Christmas. They are geniuses over at American Girl–they have baby American Girl dolls with bassinets and diaper bags and strollers and big girl American Girl dolls–dolls representing different eras in American history or you could even “make” your own doll in your child’s likeness by selecting the hair, eye, and skin color. They all, of course, came with oodles of outfits and books telling their stories. And!!! You could buy matching doll/child outfits so your child could parade about with her doll, dressed alike. Could anything be cuter?
Well, I say this in past tense, but for all I can tell, American Girl dolls are just as popular now as they were twelve years ago when I bought Morgan her first Bitty Baby (the “baby doll” American Girl doll) for her first Christmas.
Eventually she had two Bitty Babies. (Pictured here in the Bitty Baby bassinet.)

Each Bitty Baby comes with a Bitty Bear (there’s one of her Bitty Bears between the two Bitty Babies above.)
Every Christmas and birthday and Easter and sometimes for no reason at all she got a new Bitty Baby outfit, the latest spring outfit, the latest holiday outfit, the latest summer outfit, etc, and each outfit came with a Bitty Book and other accessories.
Here’s the Bitty Baby suitcase, loaded up with Bitty Baby clothes.

Eventually she got old enough that I got her a “real” American Girl doll. Then another one. She never wanted the historical characters–she wanted the “modern” American Girls.
And then she lost interest in the dolls completely, somewhere around age nine, and when they were then packed up and she didn’t see them for a few years after we moved to West Virginia, she didn’t mourn them a bit. Recently, she unpacked the last of her boxes and rediscovered her dolls. And then, suddenly, she was asking for another doll.
She is almost thirteen.
I recall having a brief resurgence of interest in dolls around her age, but still… She had never been as into dolls as I was to begin with. And, well, they are ridiculously expensive dolls. I was enjoying posher days when I was building her American Girl doll empire.
Besides, like, could she possibly be serious? She wants a doll for Christmas? She wasn’t asking for just any doll, either–she was asking for Samantha, not just another American Girl doll like she has but one of the historical American Girl dolls, the 1904 “Victorian” doll. The one I always wanted to get her but she wouldn’t have it because she wanted the modern girls. I said, “I think you should sleep on that.” (You know, while I ask your grandmother if she wants to buy that for you cuz I can’t. And while you regain your sanity and remember that you really want an iPod. Which, by the way, I can’t buy for you, either.)
I made her sleep on it that night and for about three more weeks.
Upstairs in her room, I noticed she’d put her dolls out to play. When Morgan was about seven, she had this same outfit–the shirt, the embroidered denim pants, the crocheted sweater. There was a little purse, too. She and her doll looked really cute when they dressed alike.

She had both of the dolls sitting at this little table that was mine when I was a child.

I don’t know what the Pumpkin Cowboy is doing there, but I don’t think he’s fittin’ company for the girls.

I also think I know where all my ribbon went.

And she really needs to clean her room.

Laundry, anyone?
In the end, she convinced me she was serious and her grandmommy bought her this doll for Christmas.

And thank goodness, because Samantha knocked the Pumpkin Cowboy out of his seat at the old tea party table and all is right in doll land again.

After the doll was ordered, I was unpacking more boxes of my own and I found a box of Bitty Baby things that I had hidden away years ago. Bitty Baby’s outfits, as I mentioned, always came with all sorts of accessories, little toys, little books, all sorts of cute things that she would just tear up when she was two and three and four years old. At first I let her have them, but eventually I started tucking them away. I would only give her Bitty Baby’s new outfit and I’d hide the rest. I didn’t want her to tear it up.
I’m not sure what I was saving it all for. I found the box inside a big box I unpacked and opened it up, looked at everything, and felt really bad for little three-year-old Morgan who would have enjoyed tearing all that up and so what if she did? I regretted not giving her the things when she was little and smacked myself for having been so uptight.
I had just seen a very small bit of a piece on TV about unopened gifts from long ago and it hit me–I’ll wrap this up and give it to Morgan for Christmas! The whole box! It’s like an old unopened gift–a whole bunch of them! She’s interested again, at least for the moment, in dolls, so surely now was the time, and if not now, when? I already wished I’d given it to her long ago. So I wrapped the box up and stuck it under the tree. And then forgot what it was. (I wish I could say I was kidding about that.) Morgan picked it up after she’d bitten into her Samantha doll box and asked what it was. I said, “I don’t know. I don’t remember buying it for you.” Then I suddenly remembered and got all excited and said, “Open it, open it!!”
As she opened the box, I explained to her what it was and where it had all come from.


She was thrilled, not only to have all that Bitty Baby stuff, but to have it all in vintage condition, perfect, not chewed up and spit on and torn like some of the Bitty Baby things I had given her before I started tucking them away. Looking back, I’m not sure I would do the same thing again as far as having hidden those things away from her when she was little, but…..
I liked how it ended.


















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I think, as mothers, we spend an inordinate amount of time beating ourselves up for parenting stuff.
- Suzanne, the Farmer’s Wife
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I have most of my dolls too, including all the handmade Barbie furniture that my dad made for me one Christmas.
I’m hoping for granddaughters someday, maybe American Girl dolls will come then.
Love the story!
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I put Samantha out in a new outfit each time my daughter (26) comes home. She just bought her first house. It won’t be long before Samantha goes to live with her owner. My daughter told me I could keep her for a little bit…I’m really going to miss Samantha. I may have to get my own American Girl doll soon!
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I would always say…hey where is that? I couldn’t believe those toys were really mine because I didn’t remember them.
By 13, those toys were history…I’m sure because they were worn out.
How wonderful for Morgan to reunite with bits of her earlier days.
Kris
Working hard at http://www.sccworlds.com
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I’ve always thought they were worth the money.
Happy New Year!
Melinda in Birmingham
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One reason I love the dolls (which are prominently displayed in my home) is that they show the wonderful variety of physical features in our world. All little girls are beautiful to me. So maybe Morgan will be an adult who loves the dolls.
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We homeschool (this is our 16th and last year since our ‘baby’ is graduating this spring – boohoo!!!) and we used several of the AM cookbooks and craftbooks for school projects. We still use some the recipes we found in a couple of the books; they are surprisingly good.
As much as I am enjoying being the mom of older girls and LOVING that we are remaining so close and continure to enjoy each other so much, I still miss those Americn Girls days. Enjoy them while they’re here. They’re gone far quicker than you know.
Blessings from Ohio…
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I’m so glad I have boys at moments like that.
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My girls are 42 and 38 and were never interested in dolls.
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