|Crammed into a bag...|
Instead of creating back stories, Little Miss prefers to cram all of her favorite toys into a bag or patiently pass them in and out of the door of her dollhouse. Even more confusing to me -- anything could take the role of a "toy." A scrap of paper or a used candy wrapper were just as happily adapted into Little Miss's play as the fancy, eco-friendly, Montessori-safe dollies I shelled out big bucks for.
Did I grieve this? Yes. In a way, I still do. When I pictured myself as a parent, I imagined playing with my daughter the way my brother and I played. In my mind's eye, I pictured my daughter's delight as she investigated and played with the favorite toys I carefully saved for her. I never would have guessed that they would all be stuffed in a bag.
But once I got over my disappointment, I learned that Little Miss's imagination FAR outpaces her need for toys. She can tell herself (and anyone around who understands enough to really listen) the most amazing stories. No props or toys required. Since getting the hang of the whole talking thing, Little Miss has taken it and run. She loves nothing more than sitting on your lap and working out an improvisational story.
Is the bulk of it nonsense? Sure. But once upon a time -- in a galaxy far, far away -- the idea of a Jedi Knight fighting an evil emperor with laser swords was nonsense too.