Dolls are never a toy that i acquired as a child. I came from a big family and actually spent most of my childhood playing in the street with the other local kids. Maybe that is why my Mum always assumed i was a tom boy? The options from being in the fresh air were endless. Tree climbing, fishing, football.
I honestly do not remember having toys in our house when i was small.
My Daughter on the other hand is a completely different character to what i obviously was.
Olivia loves to stay home and play. I have to literally force her out of the door most days for fresh air. And because she has four aunties, two sets of grandparents, a sister and close cousins she is very lucky to be given lots of lovely toys and have endless play mates. So i understand why she would rather stay home in the winter.
Olivia is a clever little fairy and a sly little fox all rolled into one.
“Please don’t go Mummy”.
Every time I leave her now. For bed, for pre school, for the grocery shopping and today when I had to be admitted for an operation. It killed me. Her little voice really pulls at my heart strings until I remember that actually she just wants a reaction. She is too young to understand how sad it makes me feel. She loves her bed and is asleep within ten seconds of me leaving the room, at pre school she settles in just fine and when I said goodbye to her today she did not even give me a second glance after I handed her the iPad as a distraction! So I have learnt to be tough and not let the little Madame coerce Mummy into falling for it.