A little bundle.......

Are you a softy like me?

Perhaps it's because long ago I was blessed with a couple of nieces.... I have an affinity for little girls and love them to pieces.

Each time I see a little girl,
of five, or six, or seven
I can't resist the joyous urge,
to smile and say
Thank Heaven for little girls,
For little girls,
get bigger everyday,
Thank Heaven for litte girls,
they grow up,
in the most delightful way,
those little eyes so helpless and appealing,
one day will flash,
and send you through the celing,
Thank Heaven for little girls,
thank heaven for them all,
no matter where,
no matter who,
without them what would,
little boys do.

They start out in that little burrito bundle thingy in the nursery.  Oh sure, they all look reasonably similar, boys too... but, little girls have a ribbon or a bow - they stand out... so, so, so.

Do. Not. Get. Me. Wrong.  I love me some little boys too.  No, I realize life doesn't begin at five, but...... with little boys, I know way more about how to deal with them when they're ready to wing that ball back to me...  stand up next to the batting tee.. smack that sucker into the neighbor's yard.....   but.......

Thank Heaven,
Thank Heaven,
Thank Heaven,
for little girls

those little eyes so helpless and appealing,
one day will flash,
and send you crashing through the ceiling, 

That, they do.

They become your buds.  For whatever reason, in a crowd of family, relatives, they meander on over and climb up on your lap.  Ya wanna stick your chest out and holler to the World, "LOOK!  SHE LOVES ME!"

With me...  my nieces, then, ultimately my two granddaughters learned....  "hey, he's gonna dote on me!"...  Thus, when they see your mug at the front door, they come'a runnin' like Pavlov's dogs.... fun, play time to be had......oh the games grandpa's (or uncles) play.. and then, when it eventually was time to go.. and that having to go didn't include fetching them up in your arms........ those Pavlov's dogs started a cryin' like you'd just clipped their nails, and... you were assuredly flying off to Tahiti  for a month or so.

Thank Heaven for little girls,
thanks heaven for them all,
no matter where,
no matter who,
without the what would
little boys do.

Games.  Spins for ice cream.  Trip after trip to parks, hoping to hear "WOW, this one is even cooler than that last one!"

The usual progression is....... smiles first. AH, ya GOT ME, I'll be there for life!  Then, butterfly kisses... and the best is when they come'a runnin' from across the room, arms held up in the air, "You bet I'll pick you up!"

Ya get that feeling........  that proud feeling...  (Uncle, or, grandpa is) More powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buidings in a single bound..... LOOK, up in his arms, It's a niece, or, a granddaughter!  He feels like Superman!

Thank heaven,
Thank heaven,
Thank heaven,
for little girls

And then, I'll never forget that day I was set to leave my grandkid's house... and, my eldest granddaughter DIDN'T cry.  Sinking feeling, but, don't get me wrong, knew it would happen, and still, it's a lifetime of best buds, you're special, yep!

What's that ya say?  My son, grandson, wanna play catch?  QUICK, grab the bat, and, that five gallon bucket with all the balls..........we're headed to the City Park! Say, did I ever tellya who my favorite player was growing up? (Yes dad/grandpa, 27 times).. I did?  Oh well, let's go, batter up!

Logic tells me, the best part of being an uncle, a father, a grandparent - is, you getta extend being a kid yourself for years to come.  I'm good with not growing up yet.

Thank heaven,
for little girls...........   and boys too!

Love, Victurd