American Girl vs. American Girls
by Elizabeth Foss
Every night, when I put my daughters to sleep, I snuggle next to them under the pink, rose-festooned canopy over their bed. We talk about all sorts of things and I stay until they drift off.
During the quiet time before the blanket of sleep envelopes my little girls, I gaze through the semi-darkness at the dolls on the shelves opposite the bed. The dolls are lined up after a day of play, a beautiful, tangible testimony to the innocence of girlhood.
They are American Girl dolls and they are an integral part of feminine childhood in our home. Some of the dolls were acquired on trips with Daddy to American Girl Place in New York and Chicago. Some were the single gift left under the tree for a little girl on Christmas morning. The dolls have afforded my girls hours of imaginative play alone, together and with friends. The beauty and the richness of the accessories inspire girls to play with dolls long after one would expect them to have moved on to more “mature” playthings. Usually, I look at those dolls and think about all that’s right with my daughters’ lives.
On this night though, the same dolls bring tears to my eyes. I’m contemplating American Girl’s new partnership.
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Apr 19, 2006 - 05:04:25Hi Michele! I was reading the “American Girl” article and can’t get it to go on to the next page - am I doing something wrong??? Silvia
(Nice blog, by the way!!!)