Precious Toy Dolls
When I was in middle school, my entire grade trekked to Six Flags in Atlanta, GA. My parents, who were poor most of my childhood, gave me walking around money. For a souvenir, I purchased a wooden dutch lady sitting in a wooden swing. She was made in East Germany and had a brightly painted full skirt and stick arms. She would swing back and forth when I gave her a push with my finger.
I had (and still have) a very active imagination. I would hold her and enjoy the smooth tactile feel of her wooden skirt while daydreaming. I’m still a daydreamer.
Fast forward to adulthood. An acquaintance brought his children to my home. I was devastated when one of his children broke (on purpose!!!) my little doll. I kept my cool and hid my distress, after all kids are kids. Right?
I couldn’t bear to look at my broken doll, so I packed her away. Out of sight…
Ten or more years later, I found my doll and her swing packed away in a box of memories. I displayed the pieces in my china cabinet, but was broken-hearted each time I passed by and saw the broken doll. My little doll ive in my china cabinet for another year.
Last week, I glue and patched my little doll. After a 5 minute patch job and 24 hours of drying time, I had a perfectly fine wooden doll to enjoy – AGAIN!!!!
Lesson. If something is broken, but can be fixed; fix it right away. Years of distress and anguish over nothing is silly.
