What I Saw on my Son’s Bookshelf in his Office

First Communion Weekend in my son Mark’s home office I saw his old Baby Jake from 1976.

I believed little boys should have a doll to love and care for when they were growing up. Preparing for fatherhood.

Now he has his own family of four, but it touched me when I saw his old doll Jake on the bookshelf. Jake has a soft body that has been recovered and filled with fluff, his rubbery arms surgically reattached by me.

You might have seen Mark’s 38th birthday post from Monday.


There is something about a toy or a doll with a face.

One that’s been well loved.

If you want to see a doll well loved, his wife Erika’s childhood doll (now named Baby Doll) adopted by their daughter Anna-  really illustrates LOVE! (click the blue link)




old rubber doll from 1976 with home sewn clothes I made for him
old rubber doll from 1976 with home sewn clothes I made for him

10 thoughts on “What I Saw on my Son’s Bookshelf in his Office

  1. Jake looks comfy as he reflects on his good fortune. He has traveled and watched his boy grow into a wonderful young man with a lovely family.

  2. I adopted my son 30 years ago when he was four years old. My girlfriends gave me a “baby” shower and one of my friends gave Glenn a boy cabbage patch doll. His name was Sean Otis and my son carried him around for a while and kept him for many years before turning him over to a younger friend. When she gave him the doll my friend said we spend lots of time teaching girls to be moms but not teaching boys to be dads! My son has three children and is a great dad. Diaper changes, dressing, bathing you name it he did it! Somehow I think the doll helped.

    • I agree. My son has four children. Thanks for your good words today on the blog. I appreciate your sharing your story.

  3. I adore that your sons had dolls to love as young children. Preparation for a life of appreciation and caring – traits that should be encouraged in all humans, regardless of gender. 🙂

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