My Son is a Doll!

Little girls have always had their treasured toys. Not the ones that can be thrown in the trash when they're out of style. But the ones that they go with to all the growing up happening. 

That special toy...doll for me is my son. And when I say my son I mean my plastic doll that has been with me since well the last few years of my doll years. If there's such a thing! I don't know. But it seems so. There's always a time when we stop. 

For some reason or the other we think...know that we've "outgrown" the doll stage. 

Or we'd like to hope so. I mean when your friends have why can't you?  

It's crazy what started out as cool can now be seen as super childish.  And no one!  God forbid wants to be known as childish.  No one! 

Why  though? I never got that. I mean most of us aren't even that mature to start with.  I have literally gave up on even trying.  I mean why fix what's not broken right? 

I just have to accept that I'm old as I am and I still own a doll.  A doll  that's my companion.  

A doll that's...my son.  

Well every girl has been a mother once or twice to a whole lot of toys.  From teddy bears to just stuffed animals and not forgetting dolls.  

I myself have has a whole bunch of these things in my little girl years.  

But none really  sticked around like Troy did.  

That's why he is the child that never left me. 

And this is my blog...mine and my son's blog. 

Welcome to my crazy world.  Of pretend.  And having a whole lot of time doing it.  

Thanks for being here! Until next time.