On the last Monday of each month Lori at Write Mind Open Heart posts about a perfect moment she has had. She says, “it is about noticing a perfect moment rather than creating one.” I really love the idea of being mindful of perfect moments and dwelling on them when they happen so please see mine below. To read other perfect moments or to link up your own visit Lori’s post.
Do you remember the Cabbage Patch Kid craze of the 1980’s? I think I was about eight years old when I really, really wanted a Cabbage Patch Kid for Christmas. I knew they were hard to come by but I figured Santa’s elves would be working overtime and I was hopeful.
When my parents were out one day my older sister came to find me and tell me that she had found Cabbage Patch Kids and that she was pretty sure we would be getting them for Christmas. We snuck into the attic and I saw Leo Rudy for the first time. He was bald with blue eyes and I could hardly contain my excitement, I had specifically asked for a bald boy Cabbage Patch Kid and there he was. My sister and I weren’t the most clever of kids, we didn’t put the boxes back exactly where we’d found them and then my sister started dropping hints to my Mom that what she really wanted was a red headed Cabbage Patch Kid wearing a pink sweat suit. No surprise that there was one of those up in the attic. Needless to say my mother caught onto us pretty quick and boy were we in trouble – so much so that we didn’t think there would be anything for either of us under the tree that year.
I can still remember lying awake on Christmas Eve with knots in my stomach, wondering if there would be anything under the tree for me and feeling pretty guilty about my snooping. I came down Christmas morning expecting the worst but Santa hadn’t failed me, there were presents for everyone but no Cabbage Patch Kids. My mom made us sweat it out by waiting until all the other gifts had been opened to pull them out. We were so excited – Christmas was saved and I definitely learned not to go sneaking around in the attic ever again! We used to spend Christmas at my Grandmother’s house and that day all my cousins arrived with their own Cabbage Patch Kids in tow. We played with our new dolls all day, pushing them in strollers, wearing them in carriers, putting them to sleep and then waking them up to eat. Leo was my first Cabbage Patch Kid and a very favorite toy of mine, eventually Bess Kathyleen was added to my collection. I just loved those Cabbage Patch Kid names and the birth certificates that they came with. Bess had long brown braids and brown eyes. I adored them both for a long while but, as with most toys, I eventually outgrew them.
The Christmas before last when we were in the States my mom suggested I go through my old toys to see if there was anything my girls would like and I was reintroduced to Leo and Bess. I wrapped them up with some of the Cabbage Patch Kid clothes that mom had saved and put them under the tree. Boo was twenty months and Kooks was six months. While Kooks was still a little young for Leo, Boo adored Bess. As the girls get older they are playing with them more and more and the dolls, who looked almost pristine when I gave them to my girls, are much worse for the wear from all the loving they are getting in the African bush. I am finding it extremely satisfying to watch my children get so much joy out of the very same toys that gave me so much joy years ago. As they get older they probably won’t appreciate my cast offs as much but my perfect moment was hearing my girls play with their Cabbage Patch Kids and getting nostalgic about my own childhood which in some ways was so very different from theirs and in other ways so alike. Where I pushed Bess and Leo in doll strollers my girls carry them on their backs with a chitenje (the cloth used by women here to carry their babies). If my eight year old self could have foreseen this moment when she was lying awake wondering if her misdeed had ruined Christmas, it would have blown her little mind.
Are there any favorite toys from your childhood that you have given to a special child in your life? How were they received?
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