When I was a child, I didn't think too much about motherhood or becoming a mother myself.  I suppose I knew I would have a baby one day, because that's what girls seemed to do, but I never planned it out. I did play with dolls though, and there were a few I loved. One of my babies had a hard plastic face with swath of painted yellow hair curling on its forehead.  It was stuffed hard and wore a yellow and white check outfit.  The doll, including the outfit, was all one piece.  Nothing was removable, not even the head.  That hard head had a harder plastic zip-tie-like piece holding it … [Read more...]