Little Girls...
Little girls are the nicest things that can happen
to people. They are born with a bit of angel-shine about them, and though it
wears thin sometimes, there is always enough left to lasso your heart—even when
they are sitting in the mud, or crying temperamental tears, or parading up the street
in Mother’s best clothes.
A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) oftener
than anyone else in the world. She can jitter around, and stomp, and make funny
noises that frazzle your nerves, yet just when you open your mouth, she stands
there demure with that special look in her eyes. A girl is innocence playing in
the mud, beauty standing on its head, and motherhood dragging a doll by the
foot.
God borrows from many creatures to make a little girl.
He uses the song of a bird, the squeal of a pig, the stubbornness of a mule,
the antics of a monkey, the spryness of a grasshopper, the curiosity of a cat,
the speed of a gazelle, the slyness of a fox, the softness of a kitten and to
top it all off, he adds the mysterious mind of a woman.
A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses, small
animals, first grade, noise makers, a girl next door, dolls, make-believe,
dancing lessons, ice cream, kitchens, coloring books, make-up, cans of water,
going visiting, tea parties, and one boy. She doesn’t care so much for
visitors, boys in general, large dogs, hand-me-down, straight-chairs,
vegetables, snowsuits, or staying in the front yard.
She is loudest when you are thinking, the prettiest
when she has provoked you, the busiest at bedtime, the quietest when you want
to show her off, and the most flirtatious when she absolutely must not get the
best of you again. Who else can cause you more grief, joy irritation,
satisfaction embarrassment, and genuine delight than this combination of Eve,
Salome, and Florence Nightingale?
She can muss up your home, your hair, and your
dignity—spend your money, your time, and your patience—and just when your
temper is ready to crack, her sunshine peeks through and you’ve lost again.
Yes, she is a nerve-wracking nuisance, just a noisy bundle of mischief. But when
your dreams tumble down and the world is a mess—when it seems you are pretty
much a fool after all—she can make you a king when she climbs on your knee and
whispers, “I love you best of all!”
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