![]() Girls live by the clock, supplemented by notations on a calendar, and are usually on their way to somewhere or due back in just a minute. They hear the radio only on loud volume and especially like the sound of the telephone ringing. Girls can spot their allowance as they walk in the door, but seldom see the dirty socks under the bed until after washday. The especially pursue these projects when it is time to set the table or wash dishes. Yesterday you had to remind them to wash their hands for dinner, and the next day they are spending hours putting up their hair and experimenting with makeup. ![]() One day they are far too young to assume the responsibility for cleaning the house and the next day they are plenty old enough to wear nylons. When there is a call for refreshments, daughters are quick to volunteer, "My mother will bake cookies " or if they need transportation, "My dad will drive " And she is quick to suggest, "You can meet at MY house." Not wanting them to be bored, they are constantly thinking up interesting things for them to do, such as going along to a Camp Fire picnic, chaperoning a school dance and all sorts of fun projects. Girls are particularly thoughtful of parents. And they can, on occasion, clean their room neat as a pin, provided the occasion has something to do with a slumber party. They talk Dad into taking them, and a few friends, most any place at most any time. They talk Mom into making a skirt for some special activity that falls due the day after tomorrow. The delightful ones are engraved in the hearts of adoring fathers, and the others remind Mom of when she was their age!įirst of all, girls are experts at getting things done. Girls are made up of a number of ingredients. Two tall strangers, now I must bear with,īut where in the world did the children vanish? Where in the world did the children vanish? I can recall how they climbed my stairs with The blouse Parisian, the earrings Spanish-Īnd where in the world did the children vanish? The sheer ones hoarded these weeks to wear with Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with? To be a wild and heedless girl." (or boy) In just knowing that the other one is thereĪnd to celebrate the memories they share. Through passing years and changing styles.Ī friendship that continually seems to grow. Then suddenly, one morning you were grown.īut we must love our children enough to let them go.īut in my heart, You'll always be my little girl.Ī love that only moms and daughters know. My every breath and step held you in mind. To place in her arms, so the lassie herselfĬould sing lullabies and croon soft and low Then grandmother came with the doll from the shelf She brought her little girl who was bonny and fairĪnd just the right size for the red rocking chair. ![]() To visit Grandmother and make her heart gay. Years later at Christmas she came for a stay Then one day she left for her home that was new The years seemed to fly that we had to share The little girl soon outgrew the red chair, To the land of sweet dreams where sleepy dolls go. She sang lullabies and crooned soft and low To rock her baby doll that had sleepy eyes The little red rocker was just the right size You are loved for the little girl you were Īnd the precious Daughter you will always be. ![]()
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