In any Waldorf Kindergarten there are generally plenty of soft bodied dolls to go around. Even into first grade there is usaully a small corner in the classroom set aside for play including dolls. My husband recalls how he always longed for a doll when he was a child - but a baby doll for a boy? Not happening in his house but he did have a soft bodied Spiderman doll that he loved dearly.
I am glad that we have no problem allowing our boys access to doll play. The boys don't often take an interest in the dolls - they are much too busy building, sword fighting, and generally rolling around and getting into trouble. But every once in a while some little bit of inspiration strikes them and I find dolls in some curious places. Like stuffed in the shark shaped back- pack.
"Uh Christian - did this shark eat the doll?"
"No Mama - the doll lives inside the shark and eats the meat."
Hmmm - we'll just put that in the *sorry I asked category*.
But other times you come across such scenes of sincere gentleness that I wonder if someone had snatched my son and left some other child in his place. As was the case recently with youngest seven year old Aidan a couple of weeks ago. It must have started with an offhand remark I made while "helping" the boys to clean up their room. I happened to say "Oh we'll have to get all the dollies dressed for Christmas". A couple of days later Aidan asked for the dolls clothes box and soon everyone was dressed and in their own beds. We don't have a bed for every doll but Aidan remembered that Katie had made hammocks for the dolls one day with a couple of our silks.
And then later that night all the dollies needed to be changed into jammies and tucked in for the night.