We caved. Tired of hearing the doll complain, we remained at the resort so she could enjoy a ” pool” day. The boy begrudgingly joined the doll and I poolside and then treated the other vacationers to the “boy vs doll” show. Slightly embarrassed by their behavior, I wished the book I was reading had been big enough to swallow me whole… “Mom!! Tell him to stop splashing me!!” The doll yelled. “You’re in a pool! If you don’t want to get splashed, swim somewhere else…” I yelled back. “That’s no fair! What if I want to swim where he’s at?” “Them you run the risk…” I explained.
Not satisfied with my suggestion (she had an almost empty pool to herself). She swam toward her brother sending splashes followed by pinches at him” “Mama, let it be known she attacked me first!” The boy shouted as he defended her attack with more splashes. Then somewhere in the battle they found humor and the next thing I knew the boy was lifting the doll onto his shoulders and they were laughing.
The day started off a bit rough for the doll. At breakfast she whispered to me “Mom, you know I’ve been able to keep my moods swings in check this whole week. But Grammy and uncle E are on my very last nerve! They’ve been downright mean to me. I’m ready blow!” Unbeknownst to the doll her grandmother confided early “The doll is in rare form today…” Evidently she hadn’t kept those mood swings in as much check as she thought. Trying to be empathetic to the doll’s feelings I said to Grammy, “Yes I think we will all be happy once that period finally hits!”
Having alienated everyone save me, the doll and I hung out all afternoon…eating lunch together, shopping, talking and trapezing. Trapezing? Well the doll attempted to; even though she has a slight fear of heights; even though I could see how nervous it made her. She climbed the ladder, grabbed the bar, listened to instructions then began the swing. Then her hand slipped and she fell into the netting. “You want to try again?” One of the workers asked. Embarrassed she declined.
“Why did you make me do that?” She asked close to tears. “I’m proud of you!” I replied. “I fell mom!” She explained. “You tried something I couldn’t. There is no failure in the attempt” I reasoned.”Whatever!!” After about fifteen minutes of being mad at both of us, the doll relaxed back into the nice girl we brought on vacation.
Whether being mad at the world had taken its toll or she heard me express confidence in her, I do not know. What I do know is our evening was made more pleasant by the result.