For those who know me, they know that I have a special affinity for boy dolls. I am not sure how this came about, perhaps because I had two boys of my own, or maybe because I taught predominantly boys, or maybe because I used to like to climb trees, ride on skateboards, go tramping and hunting with my Dad when I was a child. I also played with dolls - there was no 'right or wrong' pushing towards one thing or another - I was given a choice. Whatever the reason, there is something special about boy dolls, but also dolls in general and people should be free to play with them, enjoy them as they wish, without being made to feel that they are being childish, or whatever. Women playing with or enjoying dolls can often be ridiculed, but boys and men can often experience this even more! Dolls can be good therapy, they can be calming, they listen to your troubles and worries without passing judgement, they can be a good source of historical interest, inspire creativity, whatever and wherever your interest may lie.
Both my boys were allowed to play with dolls as and when they chose as well. One enjoyed playing with them more than the other and he enjoyed playing with them right up until he was about 10 or 11 years old. This may be in part because he was home-educated until this age, so didn't have the peer pressure of 30 other children his age in a classroom that told him it was 'wrong'. Other home-educated children seemed to be much more tolerant of one's interests and games. I have fond memories of him dressed up in his great grandmothers felt hat, pushing a push chair up the street with 'Baby' his cabbage patch boy doll in it. Him and a friend of his used to play with dolls in the garden - both action man and barbie type dolls - they used to get up to all sorts of adventures and imaginative play together and I remember the excitement on his friend's face when for his tenth birthday we gave him a girl doll - dressed in safari clothes. He had never had one before and was thrilled.
Yet when my son was asked by my husband's friend what he would like for Christmas one year and he said a doll, my husband's friend was horrified. 'I am NOT buying your son a doll!' he exclaimed. Of course whatever he did end up giving our son for Christmas is forgotten as it wasn't what he really wanted, so wasn't as memorable. Very sad to see that he was so prejudiced and of course this was carried through to his own son when he had one. He was not allowed to play with dolls and pushed very firmly in one direction. Now his son may never have wanted to play dolls, or 'home corners' (another of our son's favourite games) but the important thing was, he was never given a choice to make that decision himself.
I must go through my photo albums and see if I actually took any photos of my son and his friend playing when they were young. I don't think I did, as the focus was them enjoying themselves and the camera often wasn't to hand like it is now. Most of his dolls and teddy bears are currently packed away in the loft, but 'Baby' and Brian' stay down and sit together on the top of my wardrobe.
My son's 'Baby' as he called his Cabbage Patch boy. I made him a load of clothes, which we still have packed away somewhere that include little cloth nappies and various outfits.
I introduced 'Brian' his Waldorf boy a few days ago.
