"We say that a girl with her doll anticipates the mother. It is more true, perhaps, that most mothers are still but children with playthings."
~ F. H. Bradley
When I was five or six I got a Thumbelina doll for Christmas. I'd been begging for her for months. She was a sweet pint sized doll, with golden hair and rosebud lips, and I loved her like no other.
Later, I begged for and got a new doll.
She had golden hair and rosebud lips too.
I took her everywhere with me.
Just like my other doll, this one was nice to sleep with.
"Most mothers are still but children with playthings."
I'm beyond blessed to have a doll like this...I love her like no other.