When I met him, my future husband was deep in his passion for all things Native American.
On one of our earliest Christmases together, I gave him a Play Mobil buffalo from their Native American series.
On the next Christmas, my sister gifted him a small set with another buffalo and a riding figure.
Years later, as new parents, we had saved up enough to buy 3870–the entire Play Mobil Native American world.
Though our boys are 22 and 17 now, we still take it out every Thanksgiving.
Early on, however, I was disappointed at the few roles afforded me. While the set came with several male figures, adorned with headdresses and horse companions, there were only two female figures in the entire set: a woman and a child. (Oh, wait, my son just checked on that and the child is a little boy.)
At the time, I searched in stores, but there were no other women to be purchased. Thus, I spent my time watching the fire, tending the child, preparing the food with the small wooden like bowls, and gathering berries in baskets.
I actually preferred this to riding the horses out into the wild desert, and besides that my long skirt was solid and thus I couldn’t mount the horses.
No matter though, because it’s been some time since I’ve been asked to play; which led to me to consider this morning whether I might want to lend this set to neighbors until there are grandchildren in our home.
But then it occurred to me that my neighbors have daughters and I worry what will they glean from the lack of roles presented to them.
Maybe they too will come to forget that they once loved to ride into the mountains when they were girls.
It turns out that the Chief’s headdress is removable and I’ve asked my son to check to see if it fits on her head.
It does. Perfectly.