“The Girl With The Paper Dolls”

Paoer

There once was a girl with three paper dolls. Oh MY was she a beautiful girl. “Just perfect” some would say, and so were her dolls magnificent in every way. “They’re my little gifts from Heaven” the girl would proclaim as she danced them about in the light! She loved her paper dolls and cared for them well whenever the moment would suit her. “They’re my three bestest friends in the whole wide world that are ALWAYS here when I’m bored!” So she’d dress them up pretty and put them out on display and pretend to be such a good mommy! There were so many others that were jealous of the girl and their eyes would turn bright green with envy. So they’d say many prayers every morning, noon and night, “Dear God please can I have dolls of my own?” Indeed she was the luckiest little girl in the world!

The girl worked hard to get the dolls what she thought they needed, like lollipops and rainbows and all the shiniest, prettiest things. But the dollies didn’t care much for the lollipops or rainbows and didn’t really need any “things”. You see they just wanted her, and only ever her, and none of the things that money could buy. She was such a special girl with so many talents and the dolls were only happy when she was near.

But alas when she wasn’t chasing all the lollipops and rainbows she would play with them for a while and be done. Then back on the shelf the dollies would go until the next time she’d feel like playing. “Off goes our mommy to find lollipops and rainbows and visit her fine, fancy friends!” Then tears fell from their eyes as she’d go twirling towards the door with the stars in her eyes twinkling bright. Then the oldest looked after the middle, and the middle after the youngest, and such was their “life on a shelf”. “Don’t worry,” they would say, “surely she will be back soon, but until then, we’ll take care of each other !”

As the little girl got older so did the dolls who always felt lonely and sad. You see they didn’t understand why they weren’t as special as any lollipops or rainbows. “Oh they’ll be okay,” she would say to herself as she’d leave them again and again, “and surely they know that I love them as much as the lollipops and the rainbows!”

But the dolls didn’t know this as she would never stay long enough to fulfill their longing for her presence. “She said we were little gifts from Heaven so why aren’t we enough? Maybe we just aren’t that special?” And so the cycle continued, ever more on and on, and this was the way that it was.

The years passed by and the dolls left their shelf, one after another they would go. “Where did my dollies go,” the little girl would cry, “I loved them so very, very much!” By then it was too late and they’d left her behind feeling empty and terribly forsaken. They’d gone out to the world looking for homes of their own and maybe some paper dolls too. But the sad truth was that the dollies were confused between “real love” and “lollipops and rainbows”. They got hurt many times and struggled to find friends who wouldn’t just play with them like they were toys.

The moral of this story is if you get paper dolls, don’t treat them as though they’re just paper. Love them “to life” and teach them what is real because life isn’t only a game. Lollipops can melt and even the grandest of rainbows is still just an optical illusion.