I brought my nine year old to the grocery store with me tonight. And she, in turn, brought her American Girl Doll. I’ve posted about this before, but I absolutely love that she is still enamored with dolls. Just a touch of innocence as she barrels into those tween years.
As we entered the store, she immediately grabbed a shopping cart and strapped her doll in to the cart, as if it was a real, live toddler.
Two women entered the store after us and were also getting their shopping carts and preparing to hit the aisles. One was a mom and one was a grandmother. I don’t know for sure, but I could just tell.
They watched my daughter carefully position the doll into the seat, bending her legs just so, and raising her little doll arms so she could fasten the safety harness.
The women smiled, raising their hands to their mouths so as not to make a sound. I caught their eyes and they smiled. And then I smiled.
I knew just what they were thinking. It was as if we were all observing this fleeting moment in time, remembering what it was like to be a little girl, and savoring it for just that moment.