My daughter recently cleaned out her room and ended up with a few bags of stuff to give away, sell or toss out. One of the bags contained her Bratz dolls and all the accessories. While she was out hanging with her cousins yesterday, I sat down to sort through the dolls and get them ready to sell on Craigslist.
It took a while to unmangle the dolls' hair and clothe their half-naked bodies. Halfway through the process, I closed my eyes and a memory floated back.
I walked into her room while she was on the floor creating make-believe scenarios with the plastic contraptions. She pushed back her own long strands of hair as she gathered a Bratz mane in a ponytail with a hair tie which was much too big. I don't remember the words she uttered in place of each doll, but I remember wanting to hang on to the moment, knowing it would go by in a flash.
And the years... yes... they've flown by. Here I am, on the cusp of her senior year in high school. The little girl is now almost 18--a bona fide adult. We've laughed, we've cried, we've fought over hemlines, and body piercings. I want to slow down time as much as I can, to hang on to every last day of this school year before she goes off to college in another state. She's excited and eager to move on to the next stage of life.
I want her to go back to playing dolls. Just one more time, I want to cuddle the little girl again.
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