It started a couple weeks ago. I had gone over to my parents house for a visit and in the days prior to that my parents found a box of all my old dolls, and doll accessories when pulling their Christmas decorations out. Of course they kept the stuff out for the children to play with, it seems like their basement is filling back up with my childhood toys, and all the new stuff my mother can’t help but buy for them when she is out shopping. Who can blame her, don’t we all do that once and a while?
My oldest, Camden, took to the dolls quickly. This Saturday he will be 3 so he understands the concept more than my 19 month old does. In fact, Benjamin was scared of the dolls and went back to playing with cars.
Camden found a cabbage patch doll, and named her Baby Smoozy, which transformed into Smooley, and other variations through out the day. He carried her around the house, brought her upstairs when it was time for lunch to feed her, took all her clothes off to change her diaper (a little excessive, but he meant well) and he was to attentive to the doll. I was floored!
When it was time to leave he tucked her in because I told him we had to leave her at Grandma’s house. (I have way too many toys in my house right now, one more thing to trip over in the middle of the night stumbling to the bathroom)
He did so amazingly well, I was so proud of him.
So two nights ago, my husband and I went out to dinner with the children, and afterward I wanted to run to Target. I had been out Christmas shopping, and there was one thing I still couldn’t find, so I wanted to check that local Target because I didn’t make it there. Of course they didn’t have what I was looking for (And I have come to the conclusion it is the Furby of 2010, so I have also given up) but when we were in the toy area, Camden picked up a little baby doll and started calling her Baby Smoozy again. I figured what the heck, we can get it, and he can have a doll for our house too. It was small enough, and he has a birthday coming up.
I guess the whole moral of my story today is, I am so sick of gender assigned toys. Boys should be able to play with dolls without getting flack from people, or other parents. There are so many gender hang ups in our country, all focused around homophobia. If he wants to play with a doll, more power to him! It isn’t going to make him gay… dolls don’t make boys gay. Gay people are BORN gay.