Both of my children received gorgeous handmade Waldorf dolls for their first birthdays. North's friend and only doll to this day is 'Billy' and Indigo's dolly came with the cute name 'Julia'. In the past 6 months Indigo has shown more love towards her dolls than North has in his little lifetime. I try my hardest to give him as many...nurturing toys as he has wheeled toys, but he really is just much more into pushing, brrrmming, digging, jumping, running and making than well, sitting still.
Indigo on the other hand seems to be a natural mother. Without any prompting from me she began cuddling and coddling her dolls. She rocks them, bounces them on her lap, pats their backs, breastfeeds them, sticks beeswax in their mouths for breakfast, takes them for walks, wipes their bottoms with nappy wipes, applies ointment to their skin, reads them books, tucks them in and then does it all over again when she's done. She absolutely adores them.
Her most special doll as of late came from a thrift shop in America. My Mum called me while she was there with Indigo and informed me that Indi had a classic plastic doll with real looking eyes, mouth and hands and she would not. let. go. of. it. She asked if I approved. I sighed... I already knew she had an affinity for this type of baby doll as we have already inherited one from a friend. I tried to push Steiner's thoughts on lifelike dolls out of my head, "OK. Bring her home". Since that moment Indigo and this particular doll have been inseparable.
She named her Zohar, but most of the time she calls her "My Zohar". There was a boy in Indi's playgroup a few months back named Zohar and for whatever reason the name has really made an impression on her. It means 'splendor' or 'radiance' in Hebrew. It is beautiful, isn't it.
So without further ado, I introduce Indigo and Zohar, mother and daughter. They do everything together at the moment.
And it's oh, so beautiful.