When I was little, I had a doll. She went everywhere with me and I took good (for a toddler) care of her. I rocked her to sleep, nursed her, burped her, learned how to swaddle her… I named her Kathy, after my favorite character on Barney. I had other dolls, too. Like Michael and Luci and Tina. Yup. I liked Barney. A lot.
A while ago, I was going through boxes looking for something and came across my doll. I pulled her out and did what I could to clean her up and she’s been sitting in my room ever since. At some point, Isaiah spotted her and I told him he could play with her for a while if he was gentle. He latched onto her and has been taking her everywhere with him ever since.
Out of concern for my elderly doll, I ordered a similar doll off eBay for Isaiah. He named his new doll “my Kathy” and now calls my doll “Mama’s Kathy”. My doll is getting a bit of a rest, though he still plays with her some. He adores his own doll and has been trying to learn “Me and My Teddy” to sing with her.