From Flor Larios' Etsy Site
Spark plug.  Feisty Little Thing.  Chatterbox.  All of these cliches so aptly describe my little girl.  She's Lucy and there's no overlooking her.  She's the tiniest little thing you ever saw, but the magnitude of her personality more than makes up for all that.  She has the funniest,  riciculously advanced vocabulary and she thinks that disco needs to be revived.   She can talk in a rumbly Fat Albert voice and when you watch her doing so, you can't help but yelp out with helpless laughter.  She loves to dance, but not in the ballerina/princess sort of way that so many of her little peers master.  Her version is all fairy jive.

I think I've mentioned that everything about her is brown.  Her eyes, her hair, her skin and even, more  often than not, her clothes.  Her skin reminds me of a butterfly's wings.  Sometimes you wonder if maybe you shouldn't touch it, it's powdery softness seems so delicate.  Warmth emanates from her little brown body and from her great, effervescent  personality.  My Mother-in-law delighted in using the word scintillating before she died, and I've never known anyone more worthy of being called so than Lucy.

When she tells you a story, her round facial features screw themselves up with tremendous animation.  You sometimes find yourself so caught up in the watching of her to actually hear what she's saying.  Her lips are a rosebud.  Her round eyes are fringed in a thick black sweep.  She is generally utterly joyful or dramatically downcast.  There's little middle-ground with this One.  She's endlessly forgiving.  She'll follow me around anywhere.  My lady smells and colors are a magnet for her.  One of her favorite places to spend time is in the secret, cave-like confines of my closet.  Here she can be a woods-fairy and try on all my high heeled shoes at the same time. 

Sometimes she talks so much, you feel tired at the end of the day.  You berate yourself a bit, asking What's your problem?  Why are you so wiped?  There's nothing tangible to point at to explain away the fatigue.  She's not naughty.  She rarely disobeys.  She's kind and she's fun.  But she just.  doesn't.  stop.  She finds it hard to wrap her little brain around why her parents aren't willing to devote their entire lives to her care alone.  She struggles with not interrupting.  Especially right after school on our walk home, where she and her siblings all clamor to tell about their respective school days.  If she's being honest, she would say that she thinks her news is just a bit more important than everyone else's.  But o my word is she cute.  The sweet little love notes this child brings home from the also-so-sweet grade three boys are numerous and touching.  They're often of the "check this box if you love me, too" genre.

She's one of the more interesting human beings I've yet encountered.  Her animation adds jazz to any room.  Where she is, there is laughter.  There are shenanigans.  And first and foremost there is energetic joy.  I'll be so lonely when my wood-Sprite leaves me.  But the world will be far better for her arrival there.

03/22/2010 6:16am

Ok, I admit it. I am your "blog stalker" who LOVES to read your writing while on my GY shifts. You have a gift and your writing is beautiful and inspiring.

I loved LOVED this piece about Lucy. I could visualize everything you wrote about and think that one day, perhaps, I'll be lucky to end up with a dtr 1/2 the magnitude of Lucy. I have to admit, she stole my heart at once, and the stories you shared seriously had me laughing out loud!

Can I be your prodigy? Can you teach me how to raise kids as marvelously wonderful as yours? I have watched and cared for many, but NONE hold a candle as close to my heart as yours! They're A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!!

Bless you for being the mom you are, for recognizing their huge and different personalities, for letting them be who they are, and most of all, for instilling that love for laughter in them! Anyone who knows you and the Mr. knows they come by this trait honestly!

Ok, enuf gushing for now :)


04/03/2010 11:58pm

OK, could you be any sweeter? I feel humbled by your words, but also feel struck by how we really need to start spending more time together so you can see the real me! I can be a real dirt-bag, I'll have you know! I can swear like a sailor; you should hear me! I love your love for my children. Their lives are far richer for having you in them. Someday, I look forward to the honor of holding your Littles in my arms. I owe you a LOT of free babysitting! Love you, Syl.


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