Jenna has her first plastic doll. He is totally and utterly real to her, instantly loved and imbued with that special magic as a toy takes on its own character.
She keeps absently kissing the top of his head as she carries him around. He gets worn in a sling all day, and rocked and sung to.
I remember people beginning to tell me at a similar age that I was "too old for dolls". If anyone says that to Jenna I would probably be rather rude. My doll slept beside my pillow until I was at least 12...
I was a little sceptical about buying her a plastic doll after all these years, even one she so clearly wanted and liked, as she has two mama-made Waldorf dolls that are truly old friends and loved ragged. Well, now Lily and Rachel are big sisters, and have had to make room in the bed for Jude! One of those moments when you see them so wildly intensely happy and think that yes, it was the right time to gently compromise an old ideal. :)