I spent the past week with my husband’s family, who has welcomed me with open arms. I have felt a strong sense of connection with them for several years, and now it’s official. I have acquired the big brother I have always wanted, a fourth sister, three nieces and a nephew. I also have the most wonderful mother and father in-law. My new family has always included me in fun activities and I have bonded with the kids. I could not be happier to be part of such an amazing family.
I found happiness I thought I had lost.
When I was sixteen and dealing with the first symptoms of my illness, my brain stunted my growth. I was a playful and imaginative little girl stuck in limbo. I reverted to a time when I felt safe, and surrounded myself with material possessions in pursuit of protection and comfort. I broadened my stuffed animal collection, and built an 18-inch doll army to conquer my fear and confusion. That army expanded to include eighteen 18-inch dolls, clothes, furniture, and accessories. When I was younger, my sisters and I collected these dolls and received one every Christmas. My collection started with four dolls. The scenarios my sisters and I played out brought fun and excitement to my life, and this was where I found solace. In an attempt to shelter me from the pain and suffering I was experiencing because of my illness, my brain retrieved those memories and covered me with that happiness, causing my collection to grow, though I had no one to play with anymore.
Until now.
I now have three nieces who love to play dolls with me. The youngest enjoys it the most, and takes pride in caring for her dolls. The middle child loves to work with their hair. The oldest plays with us because it is so much fun she cannot miss it. I have not felt this happy in a long time. Upon arriving home after this vacation, the youngest of the girls touched my heart. She drew a picture of me, her “Aunt Sam,” and my dog, Logan. She wrote about how much fun she had playing dolls with me. I think I enjoyed it more than any of them. I am grateful for their boisterous laughter and active imaginations. I returned to a time when I was happiest, and those girls bestowed that happiness upon me. I am so excited to be “Aunt Sam.”
—SJB
I am grateful for this addition to your family, and that we got Rush!
Me too, Dad!
Hi Samantha! I’m so glad to know not only do you you have a blog, so I can keep up with what’s happening in your life, but also that your family has grown to include sweet ones to play with! Love you, Gal! <3 (Shannon here)
Thank you, Aunt Shannon! Glad you found me! Thank you for your feedback. I hope now we can stay in touch! Love you!
I love this story! And I wish all adults could play with the same enthusiasm and comfort with stuffed animals and other toys. When after four years without running water, we had a well dug and pipes laid…and a bathtub(!) some good friends gave us bathtub toys. I remember the yellow duck to float! It restored the happiness of playing with invented floating toys when I was younger. Lots of times, people with serious memory and cognition issues like the comfort of stuffed animals and playing with other toys too — and we shouldn’t need to get “dementia” to enjoy them just as much! As for me now, my painting studio is supervised by a talking Little Bear and talking Stuart Little, and a watchful stuffed rabbit (my Trickster figure who reminds me that the Holy Spirit is probably laughing at my careful plans.) Thanks, Samantha, for your story and for triggering happy memories in your readers.
Catherine, I am so glad you found my article helpful, and it is quite wonderful that you can relate to the happiness of the imagination.Thank you for for sharing your story!