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 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 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 bed time, 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 that 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
just when your patience is ready to crack, her sunshine peeks through and
you've lost again.
Yes, she is a nerve-racking nuisance, just a noisy bundle of mischief. But
when your dreams tumble down and the whole 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!"
I've been told this was written by Alan Beck
and was published in Reader's Digest in 1954.