Lovely Lucy
My little Lucy is the sweetest girl you will ever meet. She's Lucy the snuggle-bug, Lucy the bashful, Lucy the tenderhearted.
At home with those she loves, she's a silly, giggly, sing-songy little thing. With those she doesn't know, she tends to clam up a bit and just stare at them with enormous chocolate eyes.
Lucy, singing a song about her sister this morning: Beth is so cute, cute cute cute. And I will love her forever, 'cuz she is my girl, girl girl girl. And I love, love love love her.
She's my middle child, and she plays equally well with both her siblings. With Beth, she acts out elaborate fantasies. When Beth is at school and Lucy's forced to turn her attention to Evie, they tickle and chase and squeal their way around their house. She can switch from laughter to tears to pleased peacefulness again in a heartbeat.
Lucy, at lunchtime, with a very menacing glare on her face: Mama, you gave me the wrong spoon...but you are still my mama that I love.
She's sometimes a very easy child; she can be content playing by herself for an hour at a time. Other times she makes me want to tear my hair out. When something hurts her feelings, she dissolves into tears at the tiniest slight. This happens every day, over and over and over again. On the one hand (as a somewhat tenderhearted introvert myself) I completely understand how she feels. On the other hand (as a mama just trying to get through the day) I just can't handle all the crying.
With both hands, I just want to pull her up and hug her. And she'd run right into them, I know. Although she's very proud of her big-girl accomplishments (learning to write her name, being able to sleep on the top bunk) she is also eager to remain our little girl. She'd still rather be carried, all snuggled in someone's arms, than walk by herself. That's just who she is. A lover. A snuggler. A sweetheart.
Lucy, saying her bedtime prayers last week:
"Dear Lord, I love Mom and Daddy so much. Don't you love them too?...Oh yes, you do. I knew that. And I love them so much. And everybody loves them. Amen."
Lucy is my daily reminder to stop. To be patient. To hold my kids just a moment longer. To love, love, love my kids. If I can be half as kind and tender to Lucy as she is to the rest of the world, I'll be doing well.
6 comments:
What a sweetheart. My bro, the middle child, confused me with his sensitivity. It was rare when he didn't have major tears after a haircut. Now I think that emotion is translated into his art and writing. So just imagine Lucy's tears and whines = future talent!!
My second is just like that. He is so different from his sister, whom I clash with, partly because she's me, but partly because she's my hubby to the nth degree. It's mood swing city. Anyway Ben is, and has been from the beginning, MINE, while Maddie didn't need me in utero. yes, he drives me crazy, but he just pours love on me like it's neverending. I can never get anough of that.
uh, enough. sorry.
Aw, this brought a little tear to my eye! A little bit of Lucy's best traits in people sure makes the world a better a place.
so sweet! I need to write out such lovely things about my own children to remind myself on the days I get so irritated AND so they can read it later an know how precious and loved they are. I do wish we were neighbors and our kids were friends. :(
My Eli (also the middle child) sounds a lot like your Lucy! She is adorable, by the way; such a cutie pie!
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