Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people. They are born
with a little 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.
Girls are available in five colors--black, white, red, yellow or brown,
yet Mother Nature always manages to select your favorite color when you
place your order. They disprove the law of supply and demand--there are
millions of little girls, but each is as precious as rubies.
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, the 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-downs, straight chairs,
vegetables, snow suits, 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 Nightengale? She can muss up your home, your hair, and your
dignity--spend your money, your time, and your temper--then just when
your patience 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 of a fool after all--she can make you a king when she
climbs on your knees and whispers, "I love you best of all!"
