Sugar and Spice

This famous poem was writ by an unknown author:

Sugar and spice
and everything nice
that’s what little girls are made of

Sunshine and rainbows
and ribbons for hair bows
that’s what little girls are made of

Tea parties, laces
and baby doll faces
that’s what little girls are made of

My girls are not so little any more. The oldest Washington child is a tween venturing the uncharted waters of change on all fronts. The sister following her is a spunky nine year old, as of today. So, really, the only little girl in this family is the two year old baby who has snuggled in quite nicely as the youngest of our clan. Though age may say otherwise I still feel they are my little girls, forever and always.

All my children are so distinct in character, abilities and dreams. It is nothing short of mind blowing to sit and consider the wealth of humanity with whom I have the honor of abiding. On this the day we celebrate the birth of my Gabrielle I am pondering the young women we are raising.

Sugar and spice… our Raimy. She is indeed endued with persuasive deliberating skills making peace in the sibling spats giving her a sweetness I envy. The spice comes when her emotional affinity goes a bit hay wire and some consoling is the only thing to make it all right. Everything nice? Pretty darn close. This young lady is remarkably flavorful in her interaction with the world. Not yet a teenager she still hops back and forth between playthings and grown up things. I pray she never loses the confident innocence that graces her countenance.

Fernanda and Raimy, classmates

Sunshine and rainbows… our Gabrielle. Sparkly, shiny and upbeat is the girl whose personality is larger than life most of the time. I dare you to not smile at least once when you sit down to converse with my dear. She colors her black and white moral standard with a thirst for learning and a keen inclusion of people of all kinds. Challenging, thoughtful, penetrating is my valiant lady to be. Look out world!

Gabrielle surrounded by all her siblings

Tea parties, laces and baby doll faces… our Kaitlynn. She has been called by various people an old soul, a grandma in a little body, and a leader. Be not deceived by her tiny stature, there is a depth, a wisdom and a sharp intelligence in her. Social as all get out she can disarm the hardest of hearts with the myriad of expressions upon her baby doll face. As the third sister she is sponging up the love and gentle instruction her two generous roommates extend to her.

Kaitlynn

Lord, please help me to treasure the uniqueness of these three precious girls. Let them know for certain they are loved with an Eternal Love. May Truth be their Guide as they grow. Amen.


3 thoughts on “Sugar and Spice

  1. once again you brought tears to my eyes. you do have some amaizing girls and the way you described them was beautiful. give them all hugs and kisses from Aunt Shawn.

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