My dad shared the following article with me recently. I have a little girl at my house who is growing up quickly. We still have Barbie dolls, stuffed animals, children’s books, little girl jewelry and Polly Pockets at our house. But I know those days are coming to a close, soon to be replaced with youth group activities, grown up hairstyles and fashion, cell phones and eventually a driver’s license. While it is exciting to watch her growing up, I have those momentary twinges of sadness, wondering what day I will put away the Polly Pockets for the last time and stop reading her a bedtime story at night. Thank you, Dad, for this reminder, and for being the best father a daughter could hope for! And to all moms who have a little girl in your life, or have already watched your little girl grow up – this is for you:
(Every woman was once a little girl very much like the description composed by Alan Beck, and which he has entitled “What is a Girl?”)
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 and 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 slyness of a fox, the softness of a kitten. And to top it off, He adds the mysterious mind of a woman.
A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses, small animals, dolls, make–believe, ice cream, make–up, 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, prettiest when she has provoked you, busiest at bedtime, quietest when you want to show her off, and most flirtatious when she absolutely must not get the best of you again.
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’re lost again.
Yes, she is a nerve–racking 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 knee and whispers, “I love you best of all!”
(taken from J. Vernon McGee’s commentary on Hosea)